You say you hate to fall asleep on the phone.

It doesn’t give you “closure”

 

I'm starting to know what you mean when this,

this feels like falling asleep on the phone.

 

Like when I think about you there’s still a poem.

And I want so desperately to not need you but 

sometimes I want to draw you into my notebook.

 

This feels like openness in its worse sense.

Like never knowing what you’re thinking.

Like waves at every side but I’m not swimming or sinking.

 

And I’m still on the phone. 

 

What is it to me, it's waking up and hearing the rhythm of your breathing,

I could imagine my ear to your heart, steady beating.

Now it only feels like looking at a page but not reading.

 

I add a song to your playlist.

Delete it.

Delete the memory of your kiss.

Images

Delete some more. 

 

I meant to delete this too.