Ever

Maybe we always feel empty because we put pieces of ourselves in everything and everyone we ever loved.
These bags under my eyes don't go away after a good night's rest because my soul is exhausted.
Sometimes when I cry it only hurts me. And that terrifies me.
If her words with the sound of her voice doesn't calm your worst anxiety attacks, you aren't in love with her.
Tell me things.
Share with me your deepest annoyances.
Bring your little memories back to life.
Call me when I'm half asleep and tell me why you believe in god.
Show me pictures of when you spent that summer at your grandmothers.
Tell me about the first time you saw your dad cry.
Calm my racing veins and silence my screaming thoughts and be my superman.