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As I wake in my sheets, Aggravated anxiety. Blue light peeks, reminding me of my impropriety Of the night before. Like the melted ice throne in the last layer of fire, My thoughts agonize. I became the prosecutor when I was the prosecuted liar. These ordinary overcast mornings Are my favorite to step in to. The city smells ripe, And I think of it with you. But I will go to trace my patterns Worn into my body. Another weekday in which I tread. Reading messages unread, Apprehending what’s next. Life doesn’t need explanation, Only bread. But I will stop to worry those worries Worn into my body And only hope there may come a palm to press into my spine With a touch so fine to entwine A belonging, a needing, into my mind.
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May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 10:03 AM UTC
Switched on; I wish I could reach the switch (Part One)
As I wake in my sheets, Aggravated anxiety. Blue light peeks, reminding me of my impropriety Of the night before. Like the melted ice throne in the last layer of fire, My thoughts agonize. I became the prosecutor when I was the prosecuted liar. These ordinary overcast mornings Are my favorite to step in to. The city smells ripe, And I think of it with you. But I will go to trace my patterns Worn into my body. Another weekday in which I tread. Reading messages unread, Apprehending what’s next. Life doesn’t need explanation, Only bread. But I will stop to worry those worries Worn into my body And only hope there may come a palm to press into my spine With a touch so fine to entwine A belonging, a needing, into my mind.
It’s always hardest to wake up alone and remember.
#regret#remorse#alone#hell#depression#anxiety#comfort#safehood#needing#touch
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May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 10:03 AM UTC
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