It's 1 am
And it's raining
I can hear the sound
Droplets cascading off my roof
And as I lay here
The reason sleep won't come
Is not because of my empty heart
You aren't running through my head
Not tonight
You are slowly disappearing
From the cracks in my shattered heart
Because as the rain pours harder
The cracks are filling
With my drive
My passion
And the light that is emerging within me
The light I lost when I lost you
Is slowly coming back again
Embers into a fire
Soon I will be myself again
Without you
YOU ARE READING
Alexithymia
Poezja(n.) difficulty describing feelings toward other people A mixture of poetry and late night thoughts by yours truly
