Monday 15th March. 2.39 am.

I would love to say that I understand what you are going through,
but I would be lying; it has always been easy for me
to pretend I've forgotten the things I
said/did/wanted in a moment of weakness

you know I always focus on your bottom lip
(and only your bottom lip-
as if I'm hanging a piece of myself off it)
when you talk.

and as if that were not bad enough, when you blink
your eyes make a wet clicking sound like someone
turning off a lightswitch with a sponge
(and I've always thought you are too thin)

but I wonder if it is bad that I read the things you have written
on the back of old receipts and traced on windows
and ask myself if they are about me.

and I cannot (read: will not)
let it out.