it's 1am and i can't think
Hollow emptied bones
Cold drenching through
Listening to my breath
Imagining your sweet face
Tearing away from my thoughts
Loving me to through the grave
Held together by tight hugs
Pieces falling out one by one
Escaped soul and restless eyes
Burns engulf me and sear what remains
Too scatterbrained to understand
Too broken to worry much
Too lost to care about all the stares
Too done to think about fixing myself
This poem is about:
Me