please come back to me

I started sleeping with my head at the end of the bed
I left the windows unlocked and even opened one
even though I'm so afraid of someone crawling through
 
I want to make this room different somehow
I want to erase the memories of you in here
But they won't leave
it's like a Photoshop in my room
you're everywhere in one place
by the window, on the bed, by the tv
by my head
holding my hand
kissing my head
 
they won't leave
 
I can't sleep right in my bed, looking at the empty half makes me sick to my head  
you used to fill that space and now there are just empty cigarette packets and lighters where your body used to lay
 
and I shouldnt want to text you
The urge my fingers have to type out your number  
is unbearable
they ache to betray me
maybe if you just hear my voice
if you hear me cry
if you hear how bad things are
But that won't change anything
 
you need time
you need to repair yourself
we need to take a break, we can't talk
 
how the fuck am I supposed to live like this when I spent every waking moment with you.