no more.
no more coming of age indie movies.
no more love stories, love songs.
no more wanting what I can't have.
there used to be a time,
when my doubts would come bursting into my life, loud and unmistakeable.
and now when I crawl into bed at night,
I sometimes notice them there;
sleeping soundly, because I'm not.
lying peaceful, dormant.
accepted and tucked in.
because I'm not.
I could embrace them.
and still be alone.
or I could kick them to the curb;
and disappear.
no more.
no more summer nights without a care.
no more night walks without a jacket.
no more comfort, no more rest.
my doubts will stay sleeping,
so long as I don't.
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 1:46 AM UTC
no more.
no more coming of age indie movies.
no more love stories, love songs.
no more wanting what I can't have.
there used to be a time,
when my doubts would come bursting into my life, loud and unmistakeable.
and now when I crawl into bed at night,
I sometimes notice them there;
sleeping soundly, because I'm not.
lying peaceful, dormant.
accepted and tucked in.
because I'm not.
I could embrace them.
and still be alone.
or I could kick them to the curb;
and disappear.
no more.
no more summer nights without a care.
no more night walks without a jacket.
no more comfort, no more rest.
my doubts will stay sleeping,
so long as I don't.
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