Brief Poetry Lying In My Bed

And it’s stupid how I spend so much time trying to stop thinking of you and it’s the middle of the night and I really want to get you out of my head and can’t and my watch ticks really loudly and the ice in my tea has already melted and my mind still half expects you to call me and tell me that somehow I’m the one you want to be with and I look at my cellphone and it never rings and my neighbor’s music is too loud but at least it distracts me from thinking of you.


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