2 am poem

It’s 2 a.m
I should be sleeping
but I’m still staring
at the empty ceiling

It’s 2 a.m
I should be resting
but I’m still thinking
of two broken souls
hugged yesterday morning

It’s 2 a.m
I should be dreaming
but I’m still guessing
what is the most addictive
drug that we’ve been consuming
in a whole yesterday morning

It’s 2 a.m
I’m still pretending
the two broken souls
will be fine of leaving
tomorrow morning

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