It's 5:52 AM
Heat pressed between bodies in the morning
You're curled against me
Asking questions that constellate between us
Your words are water that immerse our thoughts
Into peaceful conversation
I couldn't be closer to you
Our skin molds like clay
We become one being
Your warmth spills around me like these shards of morning light
I open my eyes
It's 5:52 AM.
The cold hollow of being alone presses down on me
I choke on the stale air of a childhood bedroom
The rivers of conversation have dried up
But that only caused the floodgates to open
Everything feels darker
I can't see the light at the end of the tunnel
It mocks me
The only voice I can hear is the echo in my head
It's not worth it
It'll never be worth it
You're not good enough
You'll never be good enough
So I close my eyes
And pray that when I open them
It will be 5:53
And you'll be here again
About the Creator
Blake Dylan
Just a dude looking for my voice to be heard.
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