i like to tell myself that
it will only hurt worse if i
c
r
y
but i can't help it
on the quiet nights
and thinking about you,
i could do it
all the time.
i don't like to make excuses,
i just miss having your hand in mine
so i'll bury myself in blankets
or put on the biggest sweater i can find
but i still feel empty and
n   a   k   e   d
reminding myself that
everything
will be
fine.