“i know you’ve been sleeping with your back pressed to the wall
listening to the rain hitting the windowsill
and knowing this is what it’s like to feel empty.
i know you’ve stood in the mirror looking for an exit wound
because you could swear you were shot
but there are some places you can never see.
i know you’ve been drinking coffee late at night
to keep yourself awake
because you’re afraid of who you’ll meet in your dreams;
you’re afraid of how it will feel to wake up.
i know you’ve started to believe that it will always feel this way
but you have to trust me when i say
someone new will come along and warm your heart
instead of just burning your lips.
someone who will want to be a part of your bloodstream
but only if you want to live in their cells.
someone who will be raw and real
and will expect nothing less from you.
you will learn to believe that this person won’t give you memories
that are easy for them to forget when they leave.
they won’t desert you, drunk and naked in a forest
where all the trees look so goddamned familiar and haunted.
they aren’t going to be a cast for your bones;
they will be the marrow filling all your little gaps,
and when you figure this out
i hope you stop sleeping with your back pressed to the wall.”
— i know you’ve been missing someone (c.c.)