At night
I'm afraid of the daylight
I hear my alarm ringing in my head
It drives into me like anxiety makes its home in my chest
3 a.m. is an altered reality
But I'm too afraid to sleep
Afraid to fall in the dark abyss where I see things I don't want to see
Things that are a bitter reminder of what could've been and what I could've had
Things as bitter as the smell of chocolate in the air
Things as bitter as the realisation of comparing everyone's eyes to your incomparable expression
Things as bitter as falling for you, for your lies and for your truths
But sometimes I can't stay up till 3 .
Sometimes exhaustion takes toll on my body
And I become a fossil embedded in the mattress of the bed
Hip bones and ribs, with arms wrapped around
Excavated by my lovers in the morning
Resurrected with a kiss on the cheek
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