The saddest part
about us
is that if you were to call me
at 4 in the morning
and asked me to come to you,
I would fly
faster than I ever have
to you.
All of the walls
I built in my heart and my mind
would be undone
in an instant,
and all of the love
I forced myself to sequester
would come gushing out
like water
from damn.
And while I know
that call will never come,
a part of me secretly hopes,
prays, even,
that it will.
I wish you knew
just how upset
that makes me.
That despite it all,
you still have
that kind of power over me.
But I think
the worst part about it
is that
you know you do.


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