It's 2am

Shadows dance across the walls
and the floor boards creak under 
the weight of the silence.

It's 2am

Sleep eludes me
while my thoughts reel through my mind
like film through a camera.

It's 2am

And the thoughts of you
begin.

thepoeticwallflower

Number fourteen

Your words cut
so deep;
Enough to 
**** what's left 
of the good in me. 
I watch you leave,
anxious, helpless,
unable to move. 
My teeth
pierce my tongue.
The tears always hurt more
than the taste 
of blood.

The thoughts and nervous panic
never prepared me for this.
You
never prepared me for this.