2 am Poetry

[beanpoophead]

2 am poetry echoes back at me
where distance draws near and
soft fan blows away tomorrow’s sorrows
and keeps everything so seamlessly cool
as i shiver in the heat
sweat pours like rain
yet I’m still not sane

you kept me alive
long enough to see my fears
burst like children’s bubbles
right, there, in front of me
silver slivers of kindness
gently kiss my drunken mess
as i split upon your floor

in your bed
tucked in tight- every night
i used to be lay, sunken deep
into a life that wasn't mine
always, kept so neat
by the footsteps overhead
all-knowing of nothing

vacant in this
empty apartment filled bliss
where i casually dine
dressed - always - to the nines
waiting my tables
as you gracefully spin my life
in your lucid dreams. . .

every night

cos I’m alive
sparkling on sheer paper napkins
so pale - so young
so frail

and with each kiss
that came after this
I’m floating
further away

from what you didn’t give me

and sure enough

I’m gone

 

[FixXxer]

im still here. i always am. and right about 2am most times too.
just remember things will be ok, i try to get by everyday that im sad, both hoping and fearing that 'it could be worse'. great work as usual, talk to me anytime

 

[neverwas]

*huggles*

excellent work as always hun.

 

[cherub]

Girl great work as usual it flows and expresses your heart so clearly.