you
w i l l
always
be white
noise, a
thrumming
in my fingertips
as i'm falling asleep,
a long-existing ache in
my chest from not telling
you i loved you for too
many months. i wanted
you- hot and cold and
not being able to break
from you- but i cannot
want you anymore,
cannot miss you
anymore, cannot
dream about
y o u r
p r o m i s e s
and your laugh,
cannot wake up
hoping you've
walked out of
mymindand
f o u n d
yourself in
the extra space
in my bed. i
missyou,though.
how sad is that, to
miss someone who
carved me out to make
room for w h a t i thought
was himself and filled me only
with beautiful words that were
empty
empty
empty.
i want to move on
i want to move
i want to
i want
i
