Woke up crying from a nightmare,
Reaching out to the empty side of my bed,
My hand flies to my phone and my finger hovers over your name,
I sit like this with tears streaming down my face for a good minute,
Then I lock my phone and cuddle my pillow,
I do not press call because I realised that you don't care anymore,
You would find it inappropriate if I called at 3am crying,
You wouldn't be happy if I told you all the fears I dream of nightly,
I do not press call because every time I reach out I'm forced back further then before.
YOU ARE READING
New Beginnings
PoetrySo after posting my first book My Broken Thoughts I decided to write my new book New Beginnings This is about my life in my new outlook on it, things are rough but get better thats something I'm learning. Enjoy my poetry in a happier light. Edit: cu...
