And I can't seem to sleep.
God, I've been trying
since 21:23
and my eyes will close for a while
before thoughts crowd into my brain
and talk amongst themselves
in voices that are a little too loud for me.
I have to wake up at 6:15
to get ready for the day
and to type away at this keyboard
until my eyes start to
represent the color red on their corneas
and beg me to turn away for a little bit
to breathe and sleep.
It's 23:30 and I'm still typing
because I need to get the
voices out of my head
so that I may be able to rest for a while
and forget the bad memories that haunt my dreams.
I'm not even tired anymore
but I swear that I hallucinated you
a couple hours ago
and my heart skipped a beat
for just a second.
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I Was She
Poetry[Complete] A series of poems and short stories tell the sad tale of a breakup, of rejection, and of finding new love. From losing her soulmate to learning to see the world from a different perspective, M.A. Rivers writes down every last feeling that...
