Fragments · Poetry
call me if you need me,
but i mean, if you really need me
don’t call just to chat,
i’m tired of niceties and small talk exchanged for a glimmer of attention and mostly,
that i can’t tell which role belongs to me, and which to you
call at night if you need to,
but i mean, if you really need to,
see, at 2:30 in the morning
i’m rolling over to your side of the bed to try and sleep a little longer.
they say flipping your pillow to the cool side helps curb sleep interruptions and reduces daytime fatigue,
so i make this practice a habit, then,
i learn your side to be the “cold side” of the bed, the warmth turned cold in your absence.
it’s science you know.
i think i’m so tired from jumping to conclusions,
somewhere between late nights
and early mornings
make for
a vivid, dream coated,
nightmare when you play your part
Tags:
creative writing
poetry prompt
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