It's 2:00 am and I'm lit again
It's 2:00 am and writers block hits
Every time I lower my pen the thoughts trail off
I can't write a line, a lyric, a poem
I can't break through this wall
Lasting longer now than before
All I'm thinking about is you
To the point I can't even write
Using my fan to drown out my thoughts until they're gasping for air
Empty homes and traveling ghosts
The moon never looked so lonely
The night holds the trees in place
And runs a game in my brain
It's 2:00 am and I've got writers block
For the past few weeks I can't write like I do
It's 2:00 am and I'm lit but nothing new arises
I need to get over this hurtle but for now this is the best I can do
I'm let down the walls painted blue
My skin painted pink
A vain attempt at reaching out
I always say I'll do what I have to to get what I want
I'm drunk enough to admit it to myself
But not drunk enough to spell it out loud
Guess who just sent another text
Another misaimed attempt to lay old habits to rest
I'm afraid I'll never change
And I'm scared you already have
As different as I feel
Still you feel the same
Lying in my arms and it feels like home
But when I move in to kiss I wake up upset and alone
Maybe ruining other hearts doesn't upset me
But maybe it should
Get a real guy cause I won't offer a thing
I looked up to the moon and died asleep
Dreaming one last dream of forgotten lands
Where my mind flies wild
It's 2:30 am and I feel I don't have writers block anymore
It's 2:35 and I feel upset
It's 2:36 and I just want to quit
The moon has never been so bright until tonight
YOU ARE READING
I try to look up to the stars when I feel lost, and I am very lost
PoetryA collection of mostly sad poems Most of these are raw and unrefined One take or they don't make the grade Usually birthed after 2am
