What time is it? (poem)
I pour my words out to the ceiling
Knowing no words will come back
My head feels backward
I can share my thoughts around myself
But no one else
I always wondered why?
Rolling over to check my phone
“It’s 2 a.m.” muffled out of my mouth
The voice in my head has always been screaming
But now more than ever
I talk openly about how pure and genuine he is
As I wait for a reply I haven’t gotten in days
I tell no one of this, I feel it makes me look vulnerable
Vulnerability frightens me the most
I’ve always feared accepting love from others
I’ve always thought that if I couldn’t love myself
I shouldn’t accept love from others
Over time — the grip tightened around that thought
Rolling around the corner it was “3 a.m.”
Everyone always tells you don’t lose sleep over a guy
I guess I can’t listen either
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