2:37 AM
dearly beloved
it’s 2:37 AM and I can’t sleep
I want to stomp on your head
while you lie snoring and dreaming
don’t get me wrong I still love you
but after what you did the cells
in my body are suddenly allergic
to the cells in your body and I want
to make this right
if I could hurt your head
then I could see you
in pain maybe cry
a little while curled up
a question mark growing
smaller and smaller I would feel
something similar
to when the sparrow fell from the tree
in front of us with no legs
just wings trembling in the leaves
and how I wanted to just love
the fuck out of it since it was dying
slowly like no body should
except I won’t snap your neck
to save you
