I took your photos off my wall and replaced them with pictures of my friends.
I know you burned the ones you had, and I'm sorry for this year.
I'm sorry that I got mad.
But you gotta believe me.
I didn't burn the ones I had.
They're in a box in my closet with all the other stuff I wish I never had.
I never wanted to make this feel so hopeless.
I'll cut my fingers on ticket stubs to movies that we talked through.
Every photograph reminds me that I miss you.
You never wanted to come over and ask me why I ordered them chronologically.
I'm bleeding through my shirt and onto the concrete.
And through my shoes you'll feel my heartbeat; a thousand miles trekked though your streets.
I didn't burn the ones I had.
They're in a box in my closet with all the other stuff I wish I never had.
I never wanted to make this feel so hopeless.
I'll cut my fingers on ticket stubs to movies that we talked through.
Every photograph reminds me that I miss you.
You never wanted to come over and ask me why I ordered them chronologically.
I'm bleeding through my shirt and onto the concrete.
And through my shoes you'll feel my heartbeat; a thousand miles trekked though your streets.
I loved you and all the lines you traced in my life.
Like cursive poetry in sunlight.
I see you fine but something's not right.
Last night, I dreamed that we got married and we were happy in a house that we built for ourselves and I felt at ease.
I never wanted to turn this into silence.
I'll cut my fingers on promises I broke and I'm so sorry that I stumbled and erased all of the songs that we wrote.
We crossed our hearts we'd self destruct and leave this bitter world behind.