Read me
I'm drunk on the porch and every eyelid has your picture underneath
It's complete; there are no words left to speak
But I keep staring at a cracked screen
Hoping for an ellipses but it's one dot, not three
You are gone, even if you're in my sleep
I was lying about forgetting your face but the part about feeling homesick was the truth
Oh, Silent You!
The warmth that I felt before was thin
I hope it hurt to write my words on your skin