There’s nothing wrong with being emotional

Fragments of ourselves on our faces

There’s nothing strange with my cries

Except you in the mirror

I don’t dance because I like it

but because there’s nothing else to do

We call our sins on our telephones

Deep into dawn

We whisper heartaches tears into the receiver

Until there’s no one left to call

We go to the store to fill our heart not our stomach or our mouths

I washed you away

You were gone

I wanted you back

But I was gone