A 2a.m. text saying "I Hope You are well."

You hope, you hope, you hope, you hope, You hope.

I hope. 

And It stings.

This childish game we are playing with our emotions can only be won if both of us lose.  

My brain has been pulled into knots and filled with kinks. 

I allowed you to be the tomcat and toy with my mind while I made the excuse of it being my heart.  

My heart was locked away the whole time.

The connection between it and the head has been broken. They both create their own art. 

I lie on the floor because my chest keeps me grounded.

The yarn that was my head is spiraling downward, and for a moment it wraps up my heart.

They greet each other kindly, with gentle words that echo throughout the soul.

You are enough.

And so the spiral continues, but it is unmatched by any other.

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