while nothing that happens
in a state i’ve never been to
directly effects me
it brings on the thought
of a single bullet
and a single promise
and a hole in your body
that says, “i can’t believe
i made things more complicated
than they had to be”.
because all i want to do is talk
and be someone who is able to confess
through a meaningless text message
the exact moment he misses you
without having to question
whether or not he should
and in that moment
i can’t help but think
how beautiful it must feel
to be carried away
in a cold breeze
like a snowflake
so i guess all i’m trying to say
is i wish you’d call me more often
because waking up to your voice
is something i could get used to
and i wish we were more honest
about the things we don’t talk about
and i wish i weren’t so afraid
of letting you down
i wish twenty seven people
didn’t die in connecticut
because they were all robbed
of the very thing that i’m wasting
every day i’m not with you