FORTY-EIGHT
fatal to the soul
And I am patiently waiting for the good times now.
One day, I will look back at the tears
and see that they have all etched themselves
back together.
I'm waiting for the hurt to fade from my skull,
my veins, and eventually, my insides.
Perhaps one day, my linings will dissolve
all the sin I caused,
maybe my fatals will forgive me.
One day, I will look back at us
and remember all you laid onto me.
My bones won't linger for sleep,
they'll be complete for the first time.
We are not meant to suffer so long, so quietly,
forever.
How many hours of sleep do you typically get?
𐎀 Around 6 or 7, it really depends on the day.
May
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PoetryMELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. Here, I will speak the sadness, the heartache, and the decaying for all the unspoken. Perhaps under this layer of melancholy, the girl I once knew still exists. First poetry collection i...
