i love you. i love you and the way your mouth curls up when you won’t admit i’m funny. you hate smiling with all of your teeth, but when i see it, my body melts into the shape of waking up next to you on a sunny morning.
you kept me afloat and didn't even let me know you were drowning. it still hurts knowing how well you hid it but i guess it’s too late now.
what do i do with this? what do i do with this emptiness that has an underlying scent of your clothes?
my ribs crack every time i pass you and take in that loving scent. one that feels like holding me when i’m at my worst.
i’m sorry. i’m sorry you had to feel like you were at the bottom of the ladder, having to feel like you need to help everyone else up and by the time it’s your turn, you’re already back on the ground trying to catch your breath.
i’m sorry you didn’t feel like i could be there for you. and maybe that’s my fault.














