Elucidating Questions

You want me to write about you for fucking hours?

Fine I’ll do it. I’ll write for hours

About your hair and your face and your stupid cheekbones and your jaw line and your

Eyes

Are never the right colour again after it changes and I knew it right away because it’s too obvious

You never listened to a word I told you you just lay there next to me assuming I couldn’t have any idea what I was talking about

I miss you lying there

Moments in between sleep when I woke next to the feeling of you

Then the next morning I woke somewhere different

I thought I would wake with you

But you were never there

I miss that stupid surprised look on your face and the way I knew your voice and wanted to hear it so badly it aches

Come home.

Please come home?

Or come bring me home so this story can end and I never have to be here again.

You told me the responsibility was fine because I was worth it

I wonder if you were lying

You were probably lying

Fucker.

Come here so I can slap you again for the first time ever and then hug you like I did.

I love him by the way

It’s your fault for being late

I love him too

But he doesn’t see me

And neither do you.

I used to think all his songs were from you.

I wish I never knew

You aren’t here.

And no one will ever catch my dream.