everything about me is wrong except for you.

naked trees have limbs poked out like veins.
dried up, sharp, vulnerable.
winter rolled through and laid snow to dull the pulse of this ornamental town.
eyes wide with my jaw on the ground.
its only the things you never see that catch you off guard.
the morning will melt away the anticipation.
and by evening (we'll all) be yesterdays news.
phone calls leave me wishing i could disconnect.
the silences in between statements is just me swallowing the last of my dignity.
and one more time i am setting myself up for the flashiest character death ever.
you are the best worst thing i could have found.
and id hate you but the steel cage in my chest wont let me let you go.