Why?

If I could ask you one thing, I’d ask why.

i’d ask when.

i‘d ask how.

it gets cold out here at night.

my mind goes cold out here at night.

I stare at the stars brightly with each other.

the stars look back mourning.

it gets cold anywhere now.

it gets wet, it gets red, it gets blurry.

I wish I could collapse into your arms again.

but you haven’t been here for years, and it gets cold every day.

I hate you.

i’d ask you one thing, why? But nothing can’t answer, my voided screams prove it.

it gets cold alone.