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The thought of her consumes me

I'm so numb

I have no reason to sleep

But I am so bored staring at screens

 

And I'm so sad

But I'm the one who jokes

So that others can laugh

 

And somehow

I have so many friends

But no one to text

 

And the books

Are exhausting

Their plot repeats and recycles

 

I find joy in cinema

In poetry

In 𝒉𝒆𝒓

 

But I am so numb

and sad

and bored

and lonely

 

And the only one

Who could help

Disappears when I need her most

 

And very few share my interests

The ones that do

They don't understand the level

 

The love I put into

My vampires

My murderers

 

I love to live

To breathe air

The cold flowing around me

 

And I love to blink

The night's crud

From my tired eyes

 

But really

Even after

All this time

 

I want her

To lay down

Next to me

 

And rest her head

On my

Shoulder

 

And wipe the crud

From my

Tired eyes

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Published
Feb 15
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