Late Night

I can write the saddest flow of words about you
And send myself into a spiral,
Darkness after a lightbulb shatters

I saw sunlight today
My hands began to feel numb-
I can always feel everything by the end of the night.

Sinking, like the sun
She hides from the Earth,
Crying, heart aching over her love.

My writing isn't as good when it isn't about you.

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