10:39pm
"the clock ticks. tick, tick, tick, tick. seconds. into minutes, into hours. i am aware that i'm awake and things are happening and that this is very much real. although, the only thing is, i wish it wasn't. i wish i could escape this place and dream. because in my dream, i'm not alone. you're with me. and you hold me. and you slip your hands to the small of my back and just rest them there. and i lock my hands loosely behind your neck and jus enjoy your company, finding myself getting lost the deep sea that is your piercing blue eyes. i recognize that as soon as i wake up you'll still be gone, and i'll still be laying here, noticing how slow time moves when you really wish it wouldn't move at all anymore. tick, tick, tick."
–I don't like life without you in it.
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realities of a broken soul | poetry
PoetryA collection of my private, most cherished poems. authors note: certain poems talk in relation to self harm or depression, including mentions of suicide. such poems are marked with an "(x)" in the chapter title.
