One At A Time... Poem by Meghan

there is a strange glow about the night tonite...or morning...whichever has gone or arrived first
I am tired but restless and have felt hollow for some time now
moving towards something or away from nothing, it is hard to say what I have become more accustomed to
it's like asking which do you like more: sunset or sunrise?
is it the falling in love or the falling out that pains you more?
every sun must set and tonite it looks as though this one's gonna take awhile...
so I put the song on repeat and cradle myself to sleep
one at a time I'm letting go of what was never mine