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A Bed Is a Broken Hearts Only Friend
In the mornings I lie awake listening as the city comes to life, I stay hidden under the shelter of my covers paying the price. Mephistopheles lurks beneath; and he’s reaching up to grab me, keeping me scared to venture out because darkness is all I see. Shouldn’t there have been a warning shot? A flare high up above? but then again, a blind man can’t see the impending loss of love. This blanket will serve as my fortress, if I don’t leave, I’ll remain safe. If I slip out of this feathery comfort I’m afraid I’d have to see your face. My parents have grown tired of me they wonder what I’m hiding for. My friends don’t reach out to me; they no longer knock on my door. I did this to myself; I pulled bricks from the dam almost every day now I’m looking up at the surface, drowning in this flood I’ve made. Crows I count as they repeatedly try singing my racing mind to sleep, they’re only good for making it harder to keep myself away from me. The walls if this desolate apartment close in more and more each day; life goes on outside my window but in my empty bed I think I’ll stay.
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