sitting in the corner of a dark room
in the back of my mind
you cross your legs
and tilt your head
and i see you for what you are
you're a phantom pain
you're a figment scar
and i hoped i'd stop writing about you by now
i know better than to hope you will show
up in film you weren't caught in
but i am still waiting
and when it comes out
devoid of you
i will hollow out
i'm a blank space, too
and i hope i can stop writing about you soon
and i wish you'd stop calling me over
when it suits you
and if i'm hurt for no reason
then just give me a reason
to leave you behind
to leave you behind