don’t you DARE text him saying you thought of him tonight after a song you heard. you’ll cut your skin on his empty words while your heart surrenders common sense. you’ll be flooded with memories washing you down a river of what could have been; you’ll forget that he can’t feel in that heart of tin. how three months of staring into those eyes at two a.m. meant at the end of three months you were still alone; crying at two a.m. he said you meant so much; you saved him but I guess saving someone isn’t enough to keep them within contact even after all that vulnerability. I guess being there when he was crying over her wasn’t enough to earn you credibility- even if it was at two a.m. so empty words are like a razor blade; like empty carbs scraping down your throat and cutting up your stomach. but that’s the thing about empty carbs, you keep craving them: