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Rough Around The EdgesMaybe I am not your weakness.
But at 2am when I am empty
And feeling alone.
You are mine.
I long for the comfort of a human
Of your warm body close to my skin
I close my eyes and imagine
Your controlled breathing
You act as if any sudden movements
Will send me flying out of bed
And far away from that warm little room.
I want you to know
I don't scare easy.
Among all the whispers
I want to hear you say goodnight
And hear all the other voices
Go absoltely silent
Tonight at 2am
I want the peace
Your presence brings.
Now That You're GoneYou used to stomp around the house as if your feet were made of lead
As if the floorboards had done you some awful wrong and needed punishing
I used to giggle to myself in the dead of the night because I always knew where you were
Some kind of comfort found in the promise that you were five loud steps away
Now at night I hear the floors creak and moan as if recovering from the bruises you inflicted
It’s so quiet now, I tiptoe to the bathroom and sigh because for some reason
My feet have always seemed nimble compared to yours, will I not leave a mark on this world?
I wonder if the floorboards are happy you left
At least then someone would be.
You used to be loud and I never realized that I didn’t have a voice
I mean I had one but, I never really needed it
Now that you’re gone I find myself confused because people are listening now
They want to hear me and it’s uncomfortable
For a while I tried yelling because it was fun to hear myself talk
But I’ve grown we
Stream Of ConsciousDear…You know what? Fuck that, nevermind. No one wants to listen and no one cares anyway. Why should I pretend that I am not locked in a box screaming at myself to only hear my words return empty? They have touched no one and if they ever found a soul to connect with, they merely bounce off with no impact.
Why should I even continue to forge connections when every meaningful relationship has ended with a bridge to nowhere set ablaze? Every friend I have has left me or I have abandoned them. Memories sitting abandoned on empty railroad tracks. Their boxcars slowly rusting. Degrading until I can no longer access the happiness that once lived inside. I do believe to this day that there was a time I was happy. Back when nothing really mattered. You know, when you’re a kid, money has no value and the only pain you know is a skinned knee. Well that’s how most childhoods end up. I like to think that’s how mine was but over and over professional
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