Just a guy writing some sad poetry.
I look for you beneath my fingernails sometimes,
Seeing if somehow there’s anything left of you.
I search frantically,
Scraping and clawing beneath them.
I wonder if you wonder like I do.
Thinking thoughts of my thoughts,
Dreaming dreams of my dreams.
Do you whisper my name in longing when no one can hear you?
You’ll never love me.
You never said it.
You never wrote it.
You might have never even thought it.
But it’s in the way you breathe,
My eyes alone could sculpt you.
They’ve spent so long analyzing your features.
I could carve you just by fluttering my eyelashes.
Even when I close them I see you,