Drowning in an unbalanced sway of motion;
chained to a bed of isolation, playing your
favorite song until it’s not.
You read about hope until you’re afraid to feel it,
and you forget to heal.
You struggle to shed what’s left of you
for the taste of something, anything real.
Your reality sinks you into the arms of a friend;
sleep with who you are
even if that means sleeping with me.
(© 2022 AC)
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