awake all night trying to stay sane
early mornings seldom feel serene
up once again without my spark
a slight relief n comfort within my exhaustion
at least now, for certain, I can endure this arc
when next will you act like you love me
faintly recognizing ur scent outside
consuming me on the inside
frantically scavenging for reasoning
it didn’t matter if it rained or shun
the warmth of ur skin
allowed some tranquility
the derealization bestowed upon me
couldn’t dare go awol
without its forsaken baggages
at least you catered my trauma
a norm it became
