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This is my April

Its 2 am, I’m crying so hard I can’t breathe

 

I don’t want to remember the way you held me

After too long apart

 

I know that nothing is real anymore

It’s all just pretending

I’m pretending to be functional

And you’re pretending you won’t get tired of my unintentional games

 

This coffee is pretending it can wipe the sleep

from the back corners of my insomniac brain

 

In my mind’s eye I keep rereading your snapchat

You have yet to open my sarcastic reply

I have to be sarcastic in my replies to you

 

I’m afraid if I’m real

You will see how you can break me

Snap the last whole piece left in the cavern of my chest

 

I don’t want to be broken anymore

 

Its 2 am, I’m learning how to breathe through the pain

Of being alive when everything in me rebels against it

 

I’m learning how to live with the sound of my heart beat

In every moment, even though all I want is a bit of peace

 

Quiet, in the way I never want to be with you again

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annabel-lee
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Apr 10, 2014
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