Sometimes the best times to write are at 2 in the morning, when sleep fails you. These are some thoughts that surged in that drowsy and melancholy state, and I hope that if someone connects to the poem, they will feel a little less alone upon discovering that they’re not the only ones with little sleep and too many thoughts.
Slow down, I’m so afraid
For so long now its been the same way
You tell me I’m beautiful
I wish I could see what you see
As long as I can remember
I’ve been afraid to let you in
No matter what you say, if you swear it’s the truth
No matter how much you mean it
I’ll always feel like an imposter to your words
Just promise you’ll stay
And I’ll try to believe it
It’s not your fault, you didn’t break me
I think I was broken to begin with
I’m trying to lighten the weight inside
I need my space
I need your thoughts
They give me clarity
Because one day you’ll leave
And that’s all I’ll have left
Just promise you won’t go
And I’ll try to believe you
Just promise you won’t go
And I’ll try to to believe you
If I told you to carry my weight
What would you make of me?
If I told you to feel my ache
Would it still be worth it?
If you knew how messy it got
Would it still be beautiful?
Just promise you won’t go
I’ll try to believe it
