Thirty-eighth @ 12:03 a.m.
Ephemeral

My eyelids are heavy with
This
Can’t
Be
Happening.
Your eyes are a lie I always believe. [Not that I’m naïve]
The sum of our thoughtlessness
Combined with the total number of years
It’s taken to get this far
Is impossible.
[You threw me in the garbage like a leftover]
I will always know that
You
Are
Beautiful,
But I won’t bend around your breath anymore,
And I won’t hold mine to talk to you.

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