Why Do We Only Call Each Other At Night?

Ari's instagram
Ari’s instagram

I keep rearranging our pieces.

I have never been good at puzzles.

My brain does not work that way.

I am not logical.
 I am not concrete.

Please give me bleeding hearts and damaged bits.

I will show you how beautiful the mess can be.
Let me place bandaids where it hurts.

Remember when we kissed
 on that golf course,
with our teenage 
bodies shaking from the temperature

and the desire

of things we hadn’t done.

Remember our love is not a Rubik’s cube.

It is not yearbooks.

Remember our evolution and 
how we are always changing.
Everything inside still burns when you talk to me.
You tell me it is too late to call,
but it is somehow okay when you do it.
So long as she doesn’t know.
I tell you it’s not fair.
To any of the parties involved.
I will not be the other woman, so you cannot do this.
I throw it across the room.
You know the truth is I hate talking on the phone but want to kiss your voice
 and give it a home inside my ribcage.

And we were supposed to be the couple who got married.
It isn’t fair,
I scream.
I think you do too.
It is raining in Los Angeles
It is raining where I am standing 
with open hands
 asking you to just meet me.

Everything is so close 
and I know when you fall asleep

my face still finds you.

And yours finds me.
I am sorry.
What if we had never been 3,000 miles apart?
Would you still be sleeping next to me?
I think,
I said,
I think I still love you
after all this time
and men,
I think it’s still you.
Tell me it’s the same.
Call me at noon
and not 11:30 pm.
Please. Thought Catalog Logo Mark


Read this: If You Feel Like You’ll Never “Get Over” That One Person
Read this: When You Have Missed Them For 365 Days
Read this: If You’re Having Trouble Forgetting Someone, Watch This Spoken Word Video

✨ real(ly not) chill. poet. writer. mental health activist. mama shark. ✨

Keep up with Ari on Instagram and Amazon

More From Thought Catalog