Nights have never been so lonely.
Because we were always up when the world slept. We were alive even when we thought ourselves to be dead inside. We were. And then we weren't. Nights have become dead. So every night I lie in bed; wait for sleep to seize me. And it doesn't. So I cry for you. I stare at the ceiling knowing you're up staring at yours too. And I wait. I wait for you to call me. And when you don't. The tears continue to flow.
- l.e
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PoetryPO49 | ❝You taught me it's possible for someone to leave while they're still sitting right by your side.❞ The journey of being bound by a toxic human being. All Rights Reserved 2017 © L.E
