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I can't sleep tonight but I'm dreaming of you and it's 12:51 AM I'm so upset because you're my only safe haven and yet you're so faraway at 12:52 AM my heart is split in half: one half is with you in your bed across town while the other is broken and yet to be found God you don't know how much I love you and even I don't think I can piece it all together but **** do I really have to try now at 12:55 AM? can't I shut down my brain like the rest of the city has already and figure it out when the sun is shining? It's 12:58 AM and the Klonopin is kicking in these words are swirling and I'm fighting it because I need to finish these conscious thoughts of you-- who knows what I'll conjure up when my eyes are closed? all I know is I won't stop loving you not at 1:02 AM or God knows when I'm coming back to you my love though first if you don't mind I'll close my eyes and drift away to Slumberland keep your half of my heart safe in your bed while I'm gone, won't you?
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May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 11:54 PM UTC
Forgotten Thoughts From 1 a.m.
I can't sleep tonight but I'm dreaming of you and it's 12:51 AM I'm so upset because you're my only safe haven and yet you're so faraway at 12:52 AM my heart is split in half: one half is with you in your bed across town while the other is broken and yet to be found God you don't know how much I love you and even I don't think I can piece it all together but **** do I really have to try now at 12:55 AM? can't I shut down my brain like the rest of the city has already and figure it out when the sun is shining? It's 12:58 AM and the Klonopin is kicking in these words are swirling and I'm fighting it because I need to finish these conscious thoughts of you-- who knows what I'll conjure up when my eyes are closed? all I know is I won't stop loving you not at 1:02 AM or God knows when I'm coming back to you my love though first if you don't mind I'll close my eyes and drift away to Slumberland keep your half of my heart safe in your bed while I'm gone, won't you?
This is quite possibly the worst poem I've ever written, but that's what I get for babbling on into a microphone while I'm half asleep.
haley-rezac
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May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 11:54 PM UTC
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