I miss sleeping
the way you miss the stars
when the sun rises
I miss dreaming
the way you miss the sun
when the night comes
I miss the morning
the way you miss the moon
when the day comes
I miss being awake
the way you miss being asleep
when your alarm rings
My drooping eyelids
are your crossed fingers
as you blow out the birthday candles
Are you asleep?
I'd tell you my wish
but I don't want to jinx it
YOU ARE READING
wilting roses
PoetryAnother collection of (bad) poems. *tw: mentions of sexual assault, drug use, drinking, suicidal ideation and self harm* -a collection of poems that document my experiences with my mental health throughout high school. a warning: i had a few undiagn...
