Midnight on the kitchen tile, phone face-down, pulse run wild City hum in a minor key, tell me why you ghosted me Yeah, I’ve been counting cracks in the ceiling like prescriptions, Side-effects: no sleep, cold sweats, faded convictions. Friends say “heal,” I say “how,” when your name’s in my lungs, Every breath tastes like you, every memory stung. Unread texts like pills I never swallowed in time, I rehearse our last goodbye, keep misplacing the lines. Tried to drown you with the noise from the bars on the block, But the bass can’t drown a heartbeat that refuses to stop. Doctor said the body’s fine— mind’s breaking instead, Got a fever in my chest where your footprints bled. I wear your echo like a coat that never fits me right, Still looking for your shadow in the absence of light. I’ve tried a thousand cures that never hold, Watered flowers in the storm and in the cold. If love’s a map then I forgot the roads— Somewhere we lost the code. I’m fading at the edges, slipping through the seams, Calling out your name between the thunder and my dreams. No remedy can reach the places where you lie— I’m not broken, just unraveled by goodbye. If healing has a number, I can’t find the line, I’ll wait inside the silence till you cross my mind. I keep a list of all the might-have-beens in my phone, Scroll it like a rosary whenever I’m alone. Your laughter was a lighthouse cutting through the haze, Now the shoreline disappears behind a thousand grays. I spun the clocks to yesterday, they all spun back, You can’t rewind a bridge once you’ve burned the track. I wear your voicemail like a vinyl, let the needle cry, Dust dancing in the moonlight while I justify. “Maybe you’ll return,” I tell the mirror with a grin, But the glass just cracks a little when the lies begin. If I could trade these rhymes for one more quiet night, I’d wrap you up in winter just to keep you in sight. I’ve tried a thousand cures that never hold, Watered flowers in the storm and in the cold. If love’s a map then I forgot the roads— Somewhere we lost the code. I’m fading at the edges, slipping through the seams, Calling out your name between the thunder and my dreams. No remedy can reach the places where you lie— I’m not broken, just unraveled by goodbye. If healing has a number, I can’t find the line, I’ll wait inside the silence till you cross my mind. I stitched the night with promises I couldn’t keep, I learned to walk through ashes when the fire runs deep. If truth is just a bandage, let it come undone, We bloom again at daybreak, even after no sun. If love was our affliction, let the cure be time— Two pages turned apart in the same old spine. Ooh, I’m unraveling slow— Teach my heart to let go… I’m fading at the edges, slipping through the seams, Calling out your name between the thunder and my dreams. No remedy can reach the places where you lie— I’m not broken, just unraveled by goodbye. If healing has a number, I can’t find the line, I’ll wait inside the silence till you cross my mind. If closure is a doorway, I lost the key, But every dawn redraws the map for me. I’ll fold your ghost like letters I won’t send, And learn to love the parts that start again.
