I go out and dress up in your old words.
People ask me your name I tell them in vain.
Hoping you’ll close your eyes and kiss.
Your lips touch mine but your mind goes to some other happy place, it’s not my face.  

Pondering if you regret not calling my name
You and I will never be the same.  
Just feel the pain of old marks.

Not enough to free you, from my constant delusional stream of affection.
    the unwanted attention  

Something about snow fall and hellos that page has messages about your smile
Even though you’ve never seen it, I’m always trying to see your smile.
Some words never reach.
Hers should reach me more
His should touch me less

Lie. No lay with me.
Bitter truth is just bitter.
Let’s work on honesty.

Your kisses always felt real.

Forgive me for running to you
For coming when you call.