On nights like these I wish I was numb,
my eyes would fall back into my head,
and my thoughts would float along.
On nights like these I can feel all my insides,
begging for a new capsule of life to carry them through the tides.
They pulse through heartache present,
but sink in heartache past.
On nights like these I force my mind to teleport,
I think of past escapes and build forts,
to cushion me through this fall.
I can feel my heart stretching,
it warms up on nights like these,
hoping to hark all the trouble it went through,
and find justice in its fees.
I know not what triggers this uninvited guest,
but I know on nights like these,
I just want to be put to rest.
-M
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