We Write for Fear of Silence

the ghost of a boy who said he loved me

How long 'til you forget I was ever there?
How long?

I still sit here replaying your voicemail,
even now.
I can't bring myself to delete you from my heart.
You'll always be there and it kills me because I don't want you;
Some part of me can't let go of all your 'I love you's'
You're in my veins and I cannot get you out.

There is no cure for what we had.
We were lightning and thunder,
A collision of sparks;
but the timing was always slightly off.

A/n: Alec, thank you for providing the tragedy, it's made some of my best art.