It was almost two when I stopped checking the phone. You're the only one who makes me feel less alone. I reread the note you left when you disappeared and left me here. I know you don't love me and I don't think you can so how many times can I go show up on a whim to make sure your eyes still have some fire left in them?
Taped to my mirror is a polaroid. You're looking at me through the hair in your eyes with this little smile like you know something that I don't. The color's fading and the corners are creased- there's a little worn spot on the ink underneath where I ran my fingertips over both of our names.
And I know I expect too much. Do you mind if I let myself in? But I dare you to try this one before you give it all up. I'm not leaving 'till you answer the door.