I am sitting beside my window
Although I am not.
Just thinking about the what-ifs
But I am not.
I am not feeling sleepy
But of course I am.
It‘s because this room is half-empty
But it is not.
For you are still there, stirring my mind
Although you are not.
Occupying space and having mass, like matter
Even though you are really not.
Then I‘ll despise staying up late, summoning you
But I actually dont.
Because it‘s your favorite time, 2am,
But not anymore.
YOU ARE READING
Among the Broken Ones
PoetryA collection of thoughts struggling to find some meaning.
