.14

i decided to write a song
for each day that you're gone
with so many days to fill
i've filled volumes with writings until
you call me
or text me
or yell out my name
i've been here before
i can't do it again
i've spun around on my head
in a bed of blue flames
until a connection
is finally made

see...
you're a mystery
and me
i have a history
of trusting the wrong one
each...
and every...
single...
time.

i can't just give it away
keep that in mind.