staying up to me is magical and haunting.
ungodly hours where time just ceases to exist,
where miss luna is either hiding or flaunting.
at times like this my heart does not desire to sleep.
you'd think the still tranquility of my world brings repeat its name in its wake
and does, but at the same time, its when my thoughts begin to shake.
i lie alone with a cold mist blowing in my room,
still on my right side as thoughts begin to bloom.
thoughts of you overwhelm my being,
but the joy of your memories is fleeting.
sometimes i feel like you're not my meant to be,
like i wanted you, but i didn't need you,
like you were simply another passing stranger
like my mind was only trying to convince me.
but in the early hours where the sun still sleeps
yet never closes his eyes,
i see you. and i see your awkward riddled smile. and i feel it again.
and i know it's not just lies
and i know it's not pretend.
i am conflicted. on one hand i feel like i should probably just let you go,
but on the other i am not one to ignore signs, be it as small as thinking about you at ungodly hours.
maybe my life is just one big joke. like a cliché movie show.
but one thing is for sure. the moment i saw you, i knew that stolen moment was ours.
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Hey! I haven't composed a poem in a whhiiiillleeee. I lost inspiration after having to write countless ones in short time spans for my literature class. I need time to think and reflect, you know? You can't put me on the spot like thattttt. 😭 Anyways, I'm sorry for the cringey little thing here. Once I write everything just.. flows, you feel? These things actually happen to me and I just want to make a beauty out of it via writing (in this case a poem). Writing is my outlet and my art, so I hope you understand my spontaneous and long and cliche and overdramaticposts. 😂 Anyways, farewell for now! I love you, and whatever you are going through, you. can. do. it. I believe in you! 🤍
