Waking up...
Stuffy nose and indie clothes
Eyeliner streaks on my arms
Mascara is burning
My damp swollen eyes
I had forgotten
Last night's cries
Go back online
Re-read my half-asleep rants
That went on until four in the morning
And I blame it all on solitude
My headache is
Thumping hurting burning
I haven't been this broken down
In a long time.
A new typography lesson
Becomes a new mistake
An awkward moment
As I broke down on you again
Acknowledgement, then silence.
Then I couldn't sleep a couple hours
Hours and hours and hours
Of 'why does it end up like this'
Hours and hours then half an hour
Of 'getting summer reading done'
Trying to lay back down in bed
Finish the soda at my bedside
The caffeine, no ailment to my head
As I wonder, who am I really inside?
That new cryptic message
Became a new mistake
A new reason for you to run away
An awkward moment
As I need to apologize again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem