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
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
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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