In the middle of the night.

In the middle of the night, she wants nothing to do with me.

In the middle of the night, I wake her with anger and anxiety.

In the middle of the night, she pretends I don’t exist.

In the middle of the night, not one kind thought forms in her mind of me.

In the middle of the night, nothing I say matters.

So what changes during the day?

~

As if a full moon were to rise every night, she’s a werewolf with a different side, a different life, a different Serena.

2:42am

One thought on “In the middle of the night.”

  1. Night when I run away. When I cry as if I just just lost my mother and sleep my problems away

    During the day is when I have to face them all over again, but during the day I pretend like everything ok.

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