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2:49 am

Hey, it's 2:49 am.
Shouldn't you be asleep?

I can't sleep.

Why?

I don't know.
There's this weight on my heart.

That’s stupid.
Just go to bed.

I can't go to bed.
You're talking to me.

Ignore me then.

I can't.

Why not?

Because you're the one sitting on my chest.

I am?
Why didn't you say anything?

Because I cannot see you.
Who are you?

Who am I?
Who do you think I am?

I think you're lonely.

I'm not lonely.

Sure you are.
I can feel your nails digging into my heart.
Who else could you be?

I don’t know.
But I'm not lonely.
You're not lonely.

Then why am I talking to you?

Hello?
Are you still here?

It's 2:49 am.
You should go to sleep.

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Direction: How was the beginning/ending of the poem?

Review Request Intensity: Please use care (this is a sensitive subject for me, do not critique harshly)

Editing Stage: Not actively editing

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Michael Anthony

Michael Anthony

3 years 1 month ago

Love this A! Conversations

Love this A! Conversations with our hearts happen with their own timing, however inconvenient it may be. You captured a difficult discussion beautifully - well done!

Best.