f r a g g y b i r d

“you said, ‘remember last time you slept over? that was nice.’ it took 3 whole years, but the tears rolling down my cheeks aren’t for you. you don’t have a cat who sleeps next to me or a tattoo on your chest made for my fingers to trace. you don’t complain about how hot I am from your side of the bed only to kick away the blankets and pull me closer. your voice doesn’t echo in my head like our favorite songs off the hardwood floors. you don’t have freckle constellations on your back or smell like laundry detergent and cigarettes. your lips don’t taste like black coffee. you never ride your bike to work or embarrass yourself just to make me smile. you don’t make me wonder if my heart’s still in my chest. It’s 10pm on a Saturday and you’re not the one I want next to me.”