It’s 3 am and I’m drifting out of...
moonlit squares trace up your face...

Sweatshirt sliding over palms
only fingers poking out...

After it’s over, I know you’ll ask
why did she have to go...

A regular Tuesday normal like them all
ended during math with one single call...

Right now we're face to face
silently staring each other down...

Blank sheet of paper
slowly filling up...

I don’t understand why you thought
the razor blade listened better than I could have...

All I've got are pictures
you lie among the wires...

It rained the night you left the note
it was nothing compared to my tears...