I barely stay awake till 12 am
Fearing the notes I start writing
Past 1:13. —–
Notes, Containing regrets and gratitude to be left behind
About people evil and kind.
Often paired with planning methods-
Rope, or cuts?
Receiving no warmth from a love song,
Way to 1:56 often feels too long
So I go imagine some more distress,
Bygone days a bit different,
Cut(or blue?) and red flesh.
And stop only after I see with my eyes closed
Her strawberry cheeks
Wet because of a heart that overflowed.