it's happening but i try to fight the feelings away

i call your name in the dark and in the light and i search for you in every part of our old shattered house

you meet me in the dusty hallway and turn the lightbulbs on
asking if anything is wrong with your soft cheeks and sleepy eyes

i say it's okay so you walk me to our room
kissing me goodnight as we lie in bedsheets that smell like good times

your hair is all messy like the wind
but it's my organs that are weatherworn
they feel like hollow cuts in my flesh

your arms are still here and they are still making me feel safe
though they can't mend the broken

i don't want to make you cry
but i don't love you anymore