I get jealous and have a short temper and I get quite clingy. But baby I promise no one will ever love you like me.
There are things that could kill you,
if you’d let them.
The not knowing
of what it was about her that erased me from your head.
Which part of me is not enough?
Tell me and I’ll cut it out.
Offer myself up,
strip flesh from bone,
hand you the pieces of myself
in hopes that you will like me better this way.
maybe just more like her.
Could you tell the difference
if I handed you blonde hair,
Maybe we could pretend.
Maybe worse, the knowing.
A film reel on repeat in my head,
I wasn’t there but I’ll be damned if I can’t see it.
Fingers pressed hard into flesh,
breathing hot dark air,
hands clenched in hair.
Was I in the space around you,
frantically trying to remind you of my existence?
Because I feel like a ghost,
only half a person.
I gave you the rest of me
and you didn’t bother to return it.
taste almost the same.
But you could only give each of us
Call me when you are bored. Call me when you see something that reminds you of me. Call me late at night when you can’t sleep; I promise I’ll answer because I keep my phone on sound for that purpose. Call me when something’s funny and you just have to share it with someone. Call me when you’re upset and can’t hold it in anymore; You know I’ll always be here to listen. Call me when you’re scared and need company. Call me when you’re out with friends, family, strangers, anyone. Call me when you miss me. Call me just to tell me love you me. Just… Call me. Anytime. Anywhere. Any reason. Distance from you fucking sucks, but nothing makes me happier than hearing my phone go off and seeing your name pop up. Hearing your voice… That’s happiness to me.