15 September 2015

EB NM

and I'm missing things
by always
missing you.

I open doors late at night.
to people with ideas.
plans.
to people with
nothing to offer me.
which is the same
i have for them.

which is the same
you have for me.

which is...

and I resist the urge often
to just call you up
and finally call you out.

how it isn't ok and it
wasn't ok. and it won't
ever be ok.
i won't ever be ok.

but again
like i said
it before:

i've got the scars to
prove i showed up.
do you?

-xo


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