And I will name the silence between us, we’re too familiar for our own good. Holding your breath won’t stop the pain, keeping to yourself won’t stop the way we’ve been feeling. Words still try to cut us open, we’re still here– but can we be saved? This memory of us, today and tomorrow will forget about us– the last time we wanted to talk, but could not. Will we ever return to that? I arrived as a stranger and left as a stranger. We were never meant to fall in love, but we managed to fuck that up too. Lips weren’t meant to be filled with a vision of a single season. Time wasn’t mean to be divided into thoughts that can cut stars. The rain keeps falling, and all I hear is a different voice telling me a story I used to know. We keep picking new words to hold instead of loving the definition we talk about in the skies. you say you don’t like winter, but my heart longs to keep you warm. you say you don’t like the dark, but the moon knows how many times I’ve written your name beside mine just to fill up empty air. I woke up today because you weren’t there, but maybe that’s why you had to leave - I loved you too much. i loved you into everything that has ever mattered to me, so when you left and people say they feel fucking empty, i will always understand– you can’t just go around throwing love around like a summer dress you weren’t supposed to take off, you don’t just go around tatting your heart onto people’s skin and expect them not to be pissed when you’re gone, you can’t say shit without meaning it– so when i say that i fucking hate you, i just miss saying i love you to someone, to an us that used to matter. so when i say fuck you, i mean it. to both of us. two stones that didn’t hit a single bird