Have you ever closed your eyes —
and, through the crack in the doorframe,
through the faint light of a streetlamp,
seen him
beyond it all?
Have you ever pulled the blanket over yourself,
feeling naked
beneath his gaze?
Call it foolish.
Call it life’s irony —
but heart, why do you race so wildly
when you switch the lights on?
Are you disappointed,
or were the pills
the final ****** of your heart?
Signed — Stripped. Of. Poem.
Oct 27, 2025
Oct 27, 2025 at 9:37 AM UTC
Have you ever closed your eyes —
and, through the crack in the doorframe,
through the faint light of a streetlamp,
seen him
beyond it all?
Have you ever pulled the blanket over yourself,
feeling naked
beneath his gaze?
Call it foolish.
Call it life’s irony —
but heart, why do you race so wildly
when you switch the lights on?
Are you disappointed,
or were the pills
the final ****** of your heart?
Signed — Stripped. Of. Poem.