Frozen thumbs and cigarette butts. I'm cold. 2 am. Can't sleep. I'm cold. Frozen thoughts and empty words. I'm cold. Am I losing my touch? Late nights and no sleep. Am I losing my self again? I'm scared. Lost loves and forgotten memories. What do you do when you feel like you can never get a part of who you are back? How do I do this? I don't know. I wanna be alone. Alone with you. Where do I go to find you? I don't know. I search the forests in my mind for a sign of you. I can't find you. I call your name. There's no answer. I want to get back to us. Back to our memories but how do I do that when you've disappeared from my present? You taught me so much. How do I thank you? I can't think. I can't breathe. I can't ever know you like I did. You can't know me as I am. Why is it worth it? I'm losing my reasons. I can't think. I can't breathe. How is it worth it? I want to escape this and forget you but how can I when you're who I think about when the sun sleeps? Why do you hold me as your hostage? Our memories your ransom. I want to find you. Where are you? I can't find you. I'll walk the streets on a cold lonely night in hopes of finding where you dwell. I will search but I'll never find you, will I? We're both older and too much time has past. I've lost you haven't I? I will forever long for a place where I still get to call you friend. Is there one? I don't know. Maybe somewhere out there behind the stars. Hidden behind a blanket of fire. I'll never find you will I? I'm cold and it's 2 am. Frozen thumbs and empty thought. A lost love and untraceable memories within the moonlight.
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3 am thoughts
PoetryI have stayed up countless hours, writing the thoughts that get stuck in my head. I'm not one for sharing things about myself or exposing the vulnerability of my mind, but what the hell. I want to be remembered for something.
