WHEN WILL THIS NOT HURT ANYMORE BECAUSE IT'S BEEN THREE MONTHS SINCE WE LAST TALKED AND I STILL CRY AND ROCK MYSELF TO SLEEP EVERY NIGHT AND PROMISE MYSELF THAT I'M GOING TO WAKE UP TO A TEXT OR A MISSED CALL FROM YOU AND YOU'LL SAY THAT YOU JUST NEEDED TIME TO THINK BUT THEN I COME TO REMEMBER THAT BOYS DON'T PONDER OVER THINGS FOR MORE THAN THE LENGTH OF A SHOWER AND THAT THEY JUST NEVER TALK TO YOU AGAIN OR EVEN HAVE A THOUGHT ABOUT YOU SPONTANEOUSLY THEY JUST RUIN ALL YOUR FAVORITE SONGS AND LEAVE YOU ROCKING YOURSELF DOWN THE TILE WALLS OF THE SHOWER BECAUSE THE NINE THOUSAND DEGREE WATER BURNING THE PORES ON YOUR BACK IS MORE COMFORTING THAN THE KNIFE HE LEFT STABBED IN YOU WHEN HE SAID HE MISSED YOU AND THEN NEVER SAID ANYTHING ELSE TO YOU EVER AGAIN