at night, i lay on my roofMature

at night, i lay on my roof
and count the stars, i think
of you.

you, a flickering woman,
you, a flaunted heart,
you, a fleeting moment.

why does it take me
hours to fall asleep when
you’re sleeping so soundly?
is the emptiness where you
used to sleep so loud that I
cannot find peace anywhere
in this empty house?
(the emptiest thing here
is me).

you, a lethal catastrophe,
you, a bittersweet complication,
you, a dancing dagger.

at night, you both lay in a bed stained
with blood and ashes and you know the fire
isn’t completely out.

The End

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