in some other world
its always 2 a.m. and
the darkness that comes with the lateness of the hour
compels weakness and
shatters hope

i miss you
why? its only 1 a.m. and i just ate
sometimes i think i should be stronger
and i tell myself its okay
that weakness is acceptable
sometimes beautiful
like lilies and sun-showers
(but this is not the case)

seven stamps for seven letters
i hate that number like
i hate the smell of burned popcorn and
cheap hairspray
combined you are
an oily piece of machinery that produces
manufactured sentences
at random
that are supposed to mean something but never do

in another world my heart is breaking
i can feel it
but not here because
my heart is already gone


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