1 in the Morning
Awake at 1 in the morning.
Tired.
My brain stopped at twelve.
But still I write. These words wanting to be
Weaved.
1 in the morning.
Directions on the pill bottle.
Contents strewn across the nightstand
Crawling across the floor.
I've become dependent.
Addicted
No, I'm not.
1 in the morning.
Just me.
Was once 2 at night.
He left me, yet again.
What losers I attract.
1 in the morning.
I'm alive still.
Awake, thinking.
Writing to you these thoughts.
Pursuing the bliss of sweet, sweet
Slumber.
2 in the morning.
Go to sleep.
Yep. Wrote this early this morning. I actually like it. o 3o'