whisper

these days, the only version of you i remember

is the one who breathes me awake from sleep

yesterday, i wrote up a list of all my flaws

and the only thing on it was your name

i actually like myself a lot

just hate the part of me that hasn't forgotten

how you'd wiggle your toes in the morning

before standing up out of bed

how do you love the echo of a voice stuck

in that place right before a whisper becomes a scream