Gonna come round soon

You know that post I had that I deleted? Yeah, well, that was stupid.

I sit in my bed
And wiggle my toes where they once touched yours
Your notes, once paper
Feel like fabric now
I was ready to tell you, but you weren't ready to listen
No, you turned your head
Can't you tell you're just making my mistake?
We felt like children
But now we feel like doctors
Dissecting every word
Prodding at each problem
Searching for a diagnosis.
I hate doctors, you know.
You were stupid and drunk and you chose her instead
Because you felt sorry for her
If only you knew what I had been through
Maybe then we'd be stupid and drunk together.
You wrote three letters.
"P.S. Remember that everybody loves you and you're really amazing and perfect and unbelievably beautiful."
"You really do change me."
"I'm going to see you tomorrow, and you'll make my whole week better."
Spoken word is impermanent
Fading as soon as they release from your lips
But what you wrote
Will never leave
And maybe if you let me tell you my story
You won't leave either.