Both Of My Arms

My high of the day:

My favorite song played and I got you to sing with me

You helped me make history

Do you remember the rain?

The swing dance and laughter and mountains and whiskey

We snuck off in the trees

We stayed up to watch the stars for hours

Fell asleep and missed them by three

If I had the chance I'd buy you flowers

But all that I can give you are trees

I know I'm meant to be loved, but it just don't feel that way

I'm sick of breaking my bones and becoming your home

When I cant take up my own space

And I know I'm meant to be held, but I'd always rather let go

With both of my arms wrapped so tightly around what's inside me

I don't have room for your ghost

I cried when you left

I cried when I went back and laid where we slept that night

I could still picture your eyes

Your handprints remain

On the mispronounced syllables of my last name

I loved it the same

Everything is dull and gray without you

I'll write it down now so I don't forget

I'll look for you in every room I walk through

In every person I have never met

I know I'm meant to be loved, but it just don't feel that way

I'm sick of breaking my bones and becoming your home

When I cant take up my own space

And I know I'm meant to be held, but I'd always rather let go

With both of my arms wrapped so tightly around what's inside me

I don't have room for your ghost