Call me

I miss waking up with your hair in my face
That little drool on the side of your lips, a gentle reminder of your sweet smile
Boys like me don’t always get lucky
I found out the hard way

Years of self doubt and heartbreak made me immune to good things
It thawed at me until I gave up on the sweet things of life
I often felt like Karma was by the corner waiting to steal away whatever good I had
And in that anxiety I lost you

Sometimes the thought of getting you back fills me with turmoil
What if I ruin it all over again
What if
That’s the question that has stopped me from answering your 101 missed calls