#obsesstion

An echo from my past.

My addiction,

My obsession,

Something to make me feel.

I was

I am addicted,

To what I feel in those early hours

12 am. Exhaustion.

Heavy eyes, and burning candles.

Thoughts of prayer and sleep are shoved away.

Is God real?

1 am. Fairy time.

Not sleepy but not awake.

Looking out your window, it goes by fast.

The moon keeps wishes safe,

But she isn’t always here.

2 am. Melancholic.

Blank walls and popcorn ceilings.

“Remember remember," they call.

"Remember what?"

They're gone.

Dancing out of reach.

Wait for me!

3 am. Light pollution.

Glass bottles and open windows.

I can't see many stars.

If I don't put on my glasses I can pretend that's why I cant see them.

I wish to disappear like they do.

4 am. Music.

Dodie Clark and waltzing.

Quiet feet moving,

Wishing for a real dance partner.

Wishing for my parents to love her.

Wishes to the moon evaporate in the sun.

5 am. Soothing.

Tea and berries.

Watching or reading.

The wish of warmth,

Of dirt.

Thoughts of homework are pushed away.

IDon'tWantToFail

Who cares if I fail.

6 am. Shaking.

Twitching fingers and too sweet tea.

6 am goes by too fast.

6 am is begging to slow down.

6 am is when wishes never come true.

The moon weeps for me.

I'm rotting in the sun.

There he sat on the park bench next to an tall blonde women

He smiled while he spoke to the women and his eyes sparkled

Her eyes drifted to the women

The women was also smiling while she spoke and her eyes also sparkled

Her hand clunched the knife’s handle harder

She emerged from her dark spot, walking out into the street lamp

His eyes shifted to hers and he froze

‘He’s only supposed to love me’ the girl thought before walking towards the two, bringing her knife out into the open”