Poetry

stuck in the past

i think you are still
stuck in the past;
trapped in an endless
sleep cycle of
should have’s and
maybe’s. it’s a treacherous
thing, to fall asleep
lonely; waking up facing
the left side and your
heart grumbling as if it’s hungry.
but as of lately, instead
of facing reality, you close
your eyes and try to change
the end of the story…

 

 

 

 

 

 

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