don’t you DARE text him
saying you thought of him tonight
after a song you heard.
you’ll cut your skin on
his empty words
while your heart surrenders common sense.
you’ll be flooded with memories
washing you down a river
of what could have been;
you’ll forget that he can’t feel
in that heart of tin.
how three months of staring
into those eyes at two a.m.
meant at the end of three months
you were still alone; crying at two a.m.
he said you meant so much;
you saved him
but I guess saving someone isn’t enough to keep them within
contact
even after all that vulnerability.
I guess being there
when he was crying over her
wasn’t enough
to earn you credibility-
even if it was at two a.m.
so empty words are like a razor blade;
like empty carbs
scraping down your throat
and cutting up your stomach.
but that’s the thing about empty carbs,
you keep craving them:
so eat up