2am
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Today I lie in the ashes of my own passion,
the ruins of reckless self-obsession.
I sought to outthink my mind, herself,
the prevailing ruler of all that concerns me.
It's 2am
The time I lay thinking about you
thinking about all
the mistakes I've made
and all the regrets i have
these past 2 years.
It's 2am
and I think of you
My heart flutters
at the thought of your touch
Your fingers on my skin;
I the portrait and you the paint brush
I imagine your lips
soft like flower petals
I am broken glass,
yet you still try to touch.
And I know you were taught to
stay away from sharp objects.
