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i can’t spend another night alone.
the moonlight was heavy against your skin, pouring lavender over honey; looking at it felt like a sin. i prayed over us that night, that the lord would take me and spare you, so that i could die in your arms instead of spending the next night alone. you come and go, leaving me crying in our empty bed, begging others to try and fill your place. the sheets dont smell the same but i dont sleep there anymore. our bedroom, which was once a chapel where i prayed on my knees to you, has become a cemetary, our names carved into the walls, decorated with old photographs of us. you ask me, "baby why do you stay?", so i ask you, "baby why cant i let go?" maybe if im lucky i'll see you in my dreams tonight.