It's only in the earliest
Of mornings do I think
Of you still
I try so hard
To put you out of my head
But you always
Come back
With your smile
And your charming words
I go days
Weeks
Months
Without thinking of you like this
But as soon as I call for sleep
You pick up instead
It's my own fault I know
But it's much easier
To blame your warm eyes
And your endearing laugh
Your cosmic aura
That has me convinced your
Not of this world
Anyone who knows you
I'm convinced suffers the same
Insomniac torture you give me
If not
I guess I just have a problem
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The Complete Chronological Works
PoetryStarted early 2018 ⚠️TRIGGER WARNINGS⚠️ - sexual assault mentions - suicide mentions - self harm mentions - themes of depression - themes of anxiety
