It feels like you're here
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