Trigger warning
It's midnight sad songs are playing
The fish tank is like a lullaby
It's taken three bandages
The blood has soaked though each one
You text and text
You even call
I don't want to pick up
I don't want you to know
I pick up my pillow and scream
Is this what midnight does
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The Nature of Love
PoesiaLove note in poems. Only one person might get it but take it as you might. Trigger warning.
