And I'll keep curling my hair and wishing you cared and putting my love up for sale in the yard.



I'll keep sitting on my patio and wishing on cloud covered stars and pulling my knees under sweatshirts to make myself as small and unnoticeable as possible.



I'll keep wearing fingerless gloves and falling in love with things that only remind me of your smell your taste your eyes your mouth.



I'll keep getting up 2 hours after my alarm and blinking my dusty eyes as my sweaty palms grip your side of the mattress.



I'll keep doing all the things that make me me while you keep doing the things that make you too.



False alarms and ***** of yarn and self harm and sad guitars can't fill the void you left.



And I ask myself if I can live instead of just exist without you yet.