2am Poem by Maya Hanson

it's 2am
and I'm sitting on a barstool
pledging insomnia
from days that really try the soul

you've made me a night owl,
no,
you've made me a vulture,
sucking the life out of my own body

now I drag myself around
kicking paint cans so I don't recognize my heart

because bleeding at night is easier
than bleeding in the sunlight,
so now it's 2am
and I'm sitting on a barstool
while the whole world's asleep
pretending to be not thinking about you.