They say that when you call your demon by name you gain power over it.

So I started writing yours in bus stations, on walls, in bathroom stalls. But it never ends. No more 7am blue heavens. These days I walk around with a storm cloud over my head. All my dreams have been slasher films lately so I stopped looking for ****** behind the shower curtain. I made every wish on 11:11. I blew the candles out on my birthday. I planted dandelions. I couldn't sleep, I had to look for shooting stars. I pulled my eyelashes out, I went bald trying to make my dreams come true.
I only prayed you'd take me back or if not that, god might take me instead. Skeletons of these dead romances.... Do you believe in second chances?