You never write to me.

Delicate Friday nights.
Lonely peaks.

My heartbeat leaves
My mood griefs

A shift in the state of being.

I give in easily
To the tricks of the day
That play
Me

This complexity of my own being
Suffocates the dreamer in me.

Fear drinks me like soup
Control chains me
Like gravity and the moon.

I am not enough for you.

∆

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