194 not out

Nightmares keep us alive

and baby,

I haven’t found a reason

to close my eyes.

 

So I keep dreaming that

the day never comes

when I’m without you.

 

So I keep writing until

my veins turn black

and my skull

-cracks-

open.

 

Let the poetry spill

from my brain-

 

and maybe, just

maybe-

 

I’ll open my eyes

to find you-

there.

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