you sleep next to me every night but i do not feel your presence. i feel your skin, but there is no warmth; just a shell that once held so much love. you ask me what is wrong but do not stay awake to hear the answer. i whisper it to you anyways. "i do not feel your love anymore" knowing you'll never hear it. i tell myself you did not mean to fall into a peaceful sleep, but my thoughts run wild with the fear that your dreams are better than what it happening in front of you.
your breath is hitting my shoulder blade, but i do not feel the silent whisper of your love. not like i used to. i cannot sleep tonight, i've been up for twenty seven hours and the clock keeps ticking.
-i know you're there but i do not feel you
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The Diary of Me
شِعرI have marked this story as "completed" but I don't know if it will ever actual be complete. This is my journal, my secrets, my thoughts. This is The Diary of Me.
