and once again my words fail me,
like how the sheer curtains you insisted on buying neglect to censor the sun,
or how the medicine i’ve been prescribed only makes me numb.
a way to tenderize my harsh words was hopelessly sought with sore eyes through a keyhole so small that light never made it through,
i tiptoed around the truth solely to protect you.
my confession weighs down my beaten mattress more than my heavy heart,
but i’m afraid that if you know then you too will be falling apart.
but for now i shall choke on my words and swallow my lies,
i dont love you anymore,
but now’s not the time.
3am thoughts about you
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