2:40 am
i wake up a mess
picturing your hands
at the hem of my dress
waiting again
for the warmth of your touch
2:40 am
i'm remembering too much
it's 3:20 am
and i'm sweltering in heat
my loud mind is racing
and so are my feet
kicking these blankets
and trying to sleep
3:20 am
and you're still breaking me
and it's 4 am
and i'm wishing for you
in love with the littlest
things that you do
i'm hoping we'll break
that promise we made
4 am
i don't think it's too late
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continuation of a really old poem from my book "shining : shattered," you should go check it out if you haven't read it yet ♥︎
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ampersand
Poetrya collection of trash poetry from a girl who tries to treat people with kindness although many have been unkind to her
