sometimes i miss you at 2AM and i scream into the void,
and i wore the tightest clothes i could find because i swear i'm human and maybe you just never saw that.
i think the wind can hear me,
maybe so can you,
but you kissed me in past tense
and i felt 47 bones shatter under your finger tips
and i wonder if you know how many times i've cried over you in the middle of the night
and how many times my mom asked me why i was still awake at 4:32
in the morning.
and i wonder if she makes you happier than i ever could
because i never knew how to love you
without setting myself on fire.