thoughts at 4 am

T O R N

I crave emotions
I despise feeling

My oxygen is L O V E
My kryptonite is the most dangerous four letter word

I yearn for the warmth for the Sun
I invite the hostility of the Moon

My mind pulls back and forth
Screaming for silence
My heart is silently placid
Screeching for noise

I read strangers hidden emotions
Searching through ones eyes
I keep my eyes closed
Shutting out the glimpses of my essence

My capacity to L I N G E R
Survives only by feeling too much
My inability to let go
Synthesizes my T of sorrow
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