(being in love with two people at once)Mature

I can only exist peacefully when my eyes are closed,
when I am neither fully awake nor fully sleeping; when
I can pretend there’s only one of you breathing next to me.  
I spend my waking hours with knuckles locked in yours
but at night you’re the farthest from my mind.  I’m tired
of lying to myself about the duplicitous nature of this
black heart that keeps beating no matter how tired
I get (and I get so bloody tired, these days, that never

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