fahrenheit

i am over soft lips and dark eyes and holding onto nothings that carry the weight of the world. i fall asleep to the sound of your voice in my head telling me pretty lies like you do and press down on bruises where i wish you’d hurt me. i’ve never felt you and i still feel colder where your hands should be, where they’ll never be, where i bite when you get too close. i want your everything. i’d rather have nothing. pick up the phone. don’t call at all. call me anything, always, yours. i guess i just miss when everything felt warm like summer but my moods flicker like a porch light, and maybe i could find the appeal in keeping secrets if i were in on them. sneaking in your window instead of out. cold fingers on hot tongues. “someone will love you, it’s just not me.” you know what i mean even when i don’t.

tell me you feel it too.