The Stain of Time

only i can heal the wounds of time. my lungs feel heavy, full of sand my room is too quiet i sit at my laptop type three words then delete all of them because my mind can’t understand why you’d want us to lose i send 13 texts unlucky number, i know but it’s the word limit for us i sent 20 two nights before and you deleted all the pictures of us i sent 14 yesterday and now you’re silent maybe radio silence is best that way your words won’t open new scars yet i’d rather those scars be just as fresh id rather talk about nothing until we fall asleep id rather you scream at me just so i can hear your voice and i check my phone 13 times because maybe you’ve decided you still love me but questions continue to hang in the air linger all that was certain isn’t anymore i hate change because it’s never for the best i try not to cry, and then i do and there’s no sweet release just choking up and feeling sorry for myself i wish you’d just talk to me now i know your favourite colour your biggest fear what you want when the curtains close i still have so much to tell you so many plans for us i just want to be able to breathe again it feels wrong to go back to being strangers.