you said you like my hair better curly
is that because that’s how she wore hers?
you always seem to pull me in closer
but why hold me tightly
when your entire body is numb?
you choke on the sweet nothings you say
and i wonder
why tell me the words
that you’d rather be telling another?
all that you don’t feel
i feel
all that lonesome i feel
i ruin by saying aloud
so i (often) wonder
why even open my **** mouth?