Poem -
Two Twenty Five AM
It’s drafty in here tonight.
The wind whistles through the hole in my heart.
And no innocent pleasantry nor lethargic thought can fix it.
Only you can; and I won’t let my mind go there.
So I sit here, shaking.
Because the thing that kept me whole,
was you.
And I hate myself for it.Â
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