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3 AM
There were few things that brought the sparkle back to her eyes.
But the way he'd call her Angel before preparing her destruction would get her everytime.
She never had the guts to tell him, but he was the reason she was still alive.
They spoke of stardust and souls being bound upon creation...
But never humble enough to tell him that she needed him.
She needed him in the way she always had. In the middle of her sleepless nights, cold feet pressed against fake wooden floors.
The trembling of fists and sudden pounding from deep within her throat.
Coping meant keeping herself busy to not feel the longing that crippled her. Writing lucklustered poetry about him at 3am,
because the English language had yet to come up with words that could do him justice.
But the way he'd call her Angel before preparing her destruction would get her everytime.
She never had the guts to tell him, but he was the reason she was still alive.
They spoke of stardust and souls being bound upon creation...
But never humble enough to tell him that she needed him.
She needed him in the way she always had. In the middle of her sleepless nights, cold feet pressed against fake wooden floors.
The trembling of fists and sudden pounding from deep within her throat.
Coping meant keeping herself busy to not feel the longing that crippled her. Writing lucklustered poetry about him at 3am,
because the English language had yet to come up with words that could do him justice.
Published 3rd Oct 2021
Author's Note
The words never come unless the clock suggests they shouldn't.
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Your poetry (3am or otherwise) always hits me hard and it remains with me .... I'm left to ponder and dwell.... That lasting effect, is what sets apart a writer from a poet.... in my opinion.... ;)
Really excellent ink—
It was a joy seeing you return and I truly hope you decide to stick around for awhile.
🌹 - 💙
B
Really excellent ink—
It was a joy seeing you return and I truly hope you decide to stick around for awhile.
🌹 - 💙
B
3rd Oct 2021 6:19pm
Thank you :)
I've been super busy with a move, and words have not been present in my mind sadly lol. I'll write lines on napkins when I'm out with friends sometimes but they usually end up in the trash with my leftovers 😅
I've been super busy with a move, and words have not been present in my mind sadly lol. I'll write lines on napkins when I'm out with friends sometimes but they usually end up in the trash with my leftovers 😅
4th Oct 2021 5:17pm
The feel of vulnerable candor is something that resonates throughout your writing, the living, aching presence of it.
18th Oct 2021 4:24am
