Poems that Invade my humble mind

Battery

At night, I am lit up by not the brightness of someone's smile, but a phone screen.

At night, I waste my time talking to those who wouldn't spare a second glance in my direction,

Unless it's for my skilled hands to light fire on their skin like I had done nights prior.

The butterflies in my stomach are unrequited

And nothing will ever be enough, not even for you