im writing this
at midnight.
a time at which creativity strikes,
and so do intrusive thoughts.
another sleepless night
has been spent thinking about him.
oct. 1̶4̶ 15
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𝐏𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐒
Poetry• 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐬 • 𝒐𝒓 𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐲(𝐢𝐬𝐡) 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝗼𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝗼𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠...
Midnight
im writing this
at midnight.
a time at which creativity strikes,
and so do intrusive thoughts.
another sleepless night
has been spent thinking about him.
oct. 1̶4̶ 15
