he said "baby you're a mess"

and i said "sweetheart i know"

but all i wanted him to tell me was 

where the time had gone because 

lately my hours have been feeling 

heavy and the bags under my eyes 

are the reasons why i don't feel beautiful

but they're only there because 

my thoughts keep me up and 

stay out past curfew

i keep changing the lock so they can't get back in but

they must have a key that fits every lock

or maybe my lock fits every key

i've been letting boys drift in and out

of my heart like the currents at the beach

remember? when we met? 

i can't decide whether i still love you or not

or if i ever did

but when it's 3 am and i'm lonely 

i replay your words in my head

and then they start to pour in and 

out of my ears and soon enough

my skin is crawling with

combinations of 26 letters of you