"It's 12:22 a.m
and you're ignoring my texts
but I'm still up and I can't sleep because you own my mind
and I'm scared to close my eyes
because if I do I just see you
and so I'm blasting my music so I can stop hearing your laugh
maybe if I tell myself enough times that you hate me
I'll stop loving you
but now it's 12:25 and I've spent three minutes
writing a poem about you
saying how I should forget you
see how well this is working out?
'cause seconds will keep turning into minutes that turn into hours that I still love you."
-r.b
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Midnight wonders
Poetry•Exulansis: the tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it •Sciamachy: a battle against imaginary enemies, against your own shadow. •Eccedentesiast: a person who fakes a smile For some people...
