an ode to the hopeless, these are for you

i don't sleep with your dumb blue sweatshirt anymore

often times i think to myself;
"what would i say to you if given
another chance to talk?"

and then i realize it wouldn't matter.

because even when we had the chance to talk
my voice was never loud enough,
or sober enough,
to make sense and be heard.

so if i were to get the chance to
talk to you again,

it'd be exactly as before,

you wouldn't even hear me.