how soundly do you sleep with the birds crying my name? 
do you toss and turn as you watch the sky lighten to the soft pink of my cheeks and the blue drops of honey falling from my sugar-filled eyes? 
does the sun awakening  consume you more than the darkness because you can no longer hide in the shadows?
or am i the one with parted lips kissing the rising sun as you sleep peacefully with your silken head?
does my name even cross your dreams? 
because your name is the thing that keeps me for dreaming at all.


𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢. 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘪𝘳.

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suicide isn't a way.