You love the people that love you

But you let them speak without love

Let them act without love

Let them think without love

And now it’s

Another night feeling like the worst one.

You don’t remember what good nights feel like

You don’t remember what it’s like to go to sleep with dry eyes

And stay asleep,

Without waking up to worries about you and him

So you’re tired

Each day this clock tick tock and you still

Feel stuck

Your hands don’t move like the clock’s

You don’t move at all

You can’t, he won’t let you, but

With a smile like that

You tell yourself you’re fine

You tell yourself it’s worth it

You tell yourself it’s love

Even without speaking and acting and thinking

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The italicized lines in this piece come from the song “You” by Atmosphere, which was the inspiration for its writing and is now stuck in my head desperately.

This post is part of the A-Z Challenge. My theme is April Scribble, which includes microfiction, small vignettes, and poetry.

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