Unlock.

It's been three days. I still have to type your name every time I unlock my phone. You think it’s funny. You laugh at my grief while your hand rests soft on hers. My pen runs out of ink when i try to write your name. It goes numb like i did when i saw you two kiss. We never kissed but you still felt like the stars in a galaxy. Something i cant live without I want to scream. Like the whole world’s ending. But it’s not. It’s just me.