It is two in the morning and I am remembering your face
Your breath like cigarettes
And your hands like bass drums
Do you remember holding my heart like this?
Do you remember my piccolo breath?
Do you remember the text message at midnight because neither of us could sleep?
Do you remember?
Because it is 2 A.M. And I am remembering the way you used to hold my heartbeat in a locket against your chest
The way you gave me writers block for six whole months
The way you stretched my giving tree veins like an old pair of jeans that don't quite fit anymore
I remember. All of it.
So you take your lip piercings
And your "I'm sorry" and your "save me" and your "I just cant do this anymore"
And give them to a girl who knows how to forget.
