Words: 210
Summary: Sometimes, it's so hard to hit "send" on your name.
I Only Ever Call You When...
I'm Drunk
I'm Lonely
I'm Lost
And Sometimes, I get lost just so I can call you because that's the best excuse.
But I always only ever call you after losing a long hard battle with myself.
Of course I've tried going on dates, I've even tried seeing someone seriously. But I just can't do it. Because you haunt me. I think about you every day. Only ghosts live in brown down houses this long.
I feel that no matter how hard I try, I'll never be able to let you go. Is it ridiculous that after such a brief existence of you and I, that three journals later, I'm still writing about you?
I kissed someone today. I kissed someone yesterday.
And no matter how many lips I kiss, I can't get the taste of you out of my mouth. Your taste lingers many mornings after.
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you (I love you?) I miss you.
All of these words were said in one sad "Thanks for picking up my call, I'd really like to see you sometime, because I still miss you."
Lost because your phone cut out.
And it took me a lot to say it.