Late night poem
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It's 11:25. I am sitting on my laptop in the
Dark. I think about you. What are you thinking about- Probably nicotine.
The image of you taking a drag pops up in my head. I watch a fruit fly crawling
The sun shines but you don’t feel it.
Too bright for your tired eyes.
Plagued by another day.
But the sun still shines.
Can you feel me?
I’m thinking of you.
Can you feel me?
It's 12:52am and im sitting alone crying on my bed
Cautiously waiting for you to call me back
I'm sitting here thinking different scenarios could've happened
Or what could've changed
I've cried, I've weeped, I've screamed
Can you not see me??
Tell me have I become of a burden
You've taken me into oblivian
Can you not see me??
I hate waking up in the morning, even when I can sleep in late as I want
I wake up realizing nothing is better, and, if anything, things have gotten worse
It's late but I write for the love of the common thoughts around me
I have no fear for the night but wait regret in the morning.
