Double Sided Tape

Stuck in my head:

"I'm still the same person. I've just found different ways to lie to you."

Clean Sheets

I crave strange things in the middle of the night.

Coconut milkshakes and the way your jeans feel after being pushed into a snowbank.

They have nothing to do with one another.

When it's too hot to sleep: I stay up lying in bed thinking about the things I'd rather be doing.

Last week: in my dream he told me: I don't think that you're the kind of person who anyone can love anymore.

I woke up knowing that he was right.

Cupcake.

Most of the time: I worry so much about being forgotten, that I take the time to remember for the both of us.

Some of the time: I think that maybe it doesn't count

Sometimes I wake up on the wrong side of the bed and when I open my eyes I wonder where you are.

And then I remember that you've never even slept in this bed. It still feels the same as you being gone.

Everything still feels like you.