I've spent too many nights
   falling asleep next to you
  and waking up without your toes
  tangled up in mine.
  Soft blue bruises form on my jawline
  from the infinitely repeated motion
  of setting my chin in my hand
  because just like my feelings,
  my skin is sensitive.
  I don't need a rubber band
  to snap against my wrist to get
  bleary-eyed when I think of you,
  all I need is to imagine your eyes
   and how they pass right over me
  like another one in line.
  I once thought I could be stranded
  in the vastness of your soul
  but now I see it's as empty as an ocean
  that doesn't reflect the stars.
  And although your soul is starving,
  I still manage to carve a room in mine
   in case you decide to stay the night.
  I've prayed for the day when
  my body doesn't ache at the sight of you
   but I've come to realize that
  my love will always be too much
  while yours is never enough.