she says she loves that
I listen with my eyes because
no one else ever listens at all,

she says she loves that I call
her bluffs, that I tell her she’s
******* up when everybody
just looks elsewhere,

she says she wants to
keep in touch, she wishes
she was better, she wasn’t
crazy, she wants to know
me still,

she says she hasn’t said,
"I love you" to anyone in over
a year, not even her own mother

I know this is true because
she hasn’t cried since then
either, and that’s the only
good reason to cry:

when you’re in love,
when you’re out of love,
when you love your life
so much that you want to die,

and even though
she never says she loves me,

it’s there when she talks to me,
it’s there when she talks about me

it’s the underlying message
when she calls me, drunk, at 3am

because my hands are the only
ones that have ever fit hers.

- S.G.