these days, the only version of you i remember
is the one who breathes me awake from sleep
yesterday, i wrote up a list of all my flaws
and the only thing on it was your name
i actually like myself a lot
just hate the part of me that hasn't forgotten
how you'd wiggle your toes in the morning
before standing up out of bed
how do you love the echo of a voice stuck
in that place right before a whisper becomes a scream
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