id like to think
that you never left
id like to think
that i didnt hear the reverberation of the door
closing in on the two of us.
ive made a fort
out of unwanted memories
i desperately try to keep at bay
but they keep on calling out to me like it was a graveyard
reaching for victims
bewitched by consternation
broken mirrors,
mangled sheets,
drive thrus in the ungodly hours, awkward silences,
cut outs of what we shared together —
those things
could never compare with
how i feel so at home
with another being's body before
all my life,
all i ever did
was give such tumultuous love
and receive none of it back.
so id like to pretend
even though
i am constantly marred by reality.
sad hours
