It's 2 A.M and I am working away
I'm filling out boxes and checking off my list
And somewhere in between that I think of your loud crazy laugh
And how good it is to finally have someone pay attention
So I invest, like an addicted gambler I put all my money on you
Over and over again even as my bank account becomes as hollow as my heart
I think about what it would be like to hold your hands
But when I do, the moment is soft and rips like a wrinkled dollar
I dream of sitting in your arms
When I do, you're cold like a steel vault
But I feel warmth from the wealth you hold inside
I don't dream of me
Tripping the alarm
After carefully picking every lock
I didn't expect to get caught
So I'm pulled away
And locked up in a cell of my own agony
Where I can't find any boxes or lists
So wee meet again because
I'm money hungry and nothing else can hold me over
I text you and you answer
In the same cryptic codes
I've learned so well
I see the glimmer of silver coins in your eyes
And it starts again
And I come running back
Feeling like I have no wealth of my own
But here it is, I'm sitting
Across the table from you
And I realize
Your vaults are only filled with fool's gold
As you laugh and joke and live like it's nothing
Because to you, everything is nothing
It's 10 P.M and you're slowly unlocking your doors
This time I don't wait outside with wishful eyes
Because I'm home
Washing the hope and heartbreak out of my favorite dress
I get my list and get on my bed
Hours behind schedule
I pick up my pencil and begin to check
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Forever Love Sick
Short StorySometimes they drive us crazy and sometimes they make us hazy. These short stories are all about those moments.