I could steal your keys, lock them somewhere you can’t find them. I could derail every train from here to California. I could cancel all the flights from today until next year. I’d change the weather for you to stay a little longer. But would that make you listen? 

What could I say that you haven’t heard? 

Call me when you fall asleep. Call me in the morning after you’ve dreamt away yesterday’s problems. Let me know everything’s okay. Tell me you’re alright. Because I’m not. 

I keep writing about the things I told myself I’d forget. Every word is about the people I wish I didn’t love and the feelings I wish I didn’t feel. I’m drowning in you. The water is up to my neck and I can barely touch the ground but I love it and I live in it and I hate it and I can’t decide if I want to sink of float. 

You’re stuck like a song in the walls of my mind and you’re painting them all your favorite colors. You could do practically anything with so much empty space. I keep a book of you in my wallet. If I ever need you I have you right next to me. And I’ll read you until I don’t remember anything else. Until you’re all that’s left. A single color I don’t have a name for. 

I’d rather see you in black and white.