It is 2am again.
Oh god, it is two in the morning.
I hate it, this exhaustion-
this can’t sleep feeling.
I wish I could quit you,
quit needing to hear your voice.
It makes me miserable,
I feel like death.
I’m so pathetic- here…
my face against the pillow-
staring out the window at the stars,
wishing your breath was on my neck.
I am turning into one of those girls-
the girls that can’t breathe-
can’t exist without their man.,
but you were never mine anyway.
I can’t sleep. The clock blinks-
Red lights burning into my brain-
2:00--- 2:01---2:02---
I wish you were here.
I wish you were mine.
I wish I had never met you.
Author notes
De nada.
<3
A contest entry
- Quickie by warrior-eagle.
300 points, ended May 19, 2008, 9 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Ooh.
THIS is what I was looking for,
very well done,
this described in your words
what I was feeling.
Thanks for your entry.
..Simply Me♥
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