Landings.

It was a cold night for these warm hands.
Cracked paints off the walls, the sound of the leafs.

“No." you said it.

I’ve been wanting to hear that all night.

“I don’t want you.”, she said.

Didn’t really have to make you say it.

But I guess I just like the idea of hurting myself,

And the room went quiet, my thoughts went dark.

I’m not thinking clear.

All I can hear was myself.

Most of the words out of my mouth were mostly lies anyways.

Tables turned and I was halfway home.

I asked again, even though I was sure about the outcome.

“Do you really not want me anymore?"

“Do you still feel like it’s the July of ’14"