#open24hours

Grey eyes.

Waiting promises burn into vestiges.

So quick.

You never knew me.

6 months later,

what does the sky mean?

Tell your friends

and now you - I - you hate

someone you never knew me.

“Tastiest Donuts You’ve Ever Enjoyed” 

Never knew how hungry I was

Never realized how empty the spaces were in between

So funny how you do not know how badly you needed to hear something

Until you actually hear it

Truth be told you might even fear

Because putting the question to yourself

Not being able to answer

Putting your own soul on the shelf

Because you thought you were unworthy

You thought you were undeserving

It hurts me

Giving away all of me

And hoping that someone could see it was killing me

And I did not know how to say

I need.....I need

I just let my heart bleed

I didn’t think I was allowed to be

Another person

Another soul that needed to be freed

So I starved for years and years

Swallowed up by my own fears

And now you’re here

And I don’t even know how to begin

To tell you where the real me starts

And the mask born of pain and self sacrifice ends

I think all I can do

With you

Is begin again

And be reborn brand new

you’re right

Heavy breath because I don’t breathe

under pressure, my heart’s diseased

and we only see what the rest think.

I come up for air when the thoughts get deep,

my arms then flail from the naughty heat

and I melt to use up the best ink.

Too many seconds, my mind is stretching

while stressing at every intersection.

Learning lessons; turned extensions

set to apologize but we’re too proud

so it’s not worth the mention.

Imagine if you told the truth about you

and abruptly dreams to be turned out true

- we would probably still be friends.

I would be me and you’d be you,

talking about what we’ve been through

and how true friendship never ends.

You, I; we have so much to do,

let’s help each other see it through.

Imagine, imagine if we made amends.

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Pen sees the drafts writing 4 lines -

you left quicker than you came.

Two weeks in and two weeks out.

I don’t think you saw me at the game.

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Still moving just at a different pace.

Double-backing on the trade-offs.

What’s love, albeit; 6 years later,

the mask covers more than coughs.

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