It’s 3 am and I can’t sleep.
You’ve been walking across my mind all night.
Snippets from April are playing on a loop.
God, it was painful to hear you weep.
Every drink spilled on you the moment I spoke my truth.
Words cutting through your flesh, they destroyed you from the inside,
I know they did.
Blank stares and self-blame, that’s all you managed to give.
Begging me to blame the alcohol
as your tears flooded the pillow.
At that moment your hurt lifted and blanketed me.
I’ve never felt pain exude from another person.
Why did you continue to sleep next to me?
But, as you slept silence filled the room and as you slept
The moonlight motioned through the window.
Every star in the galaxy balanced on your body,
Oh, I loved how the moonlight laid on your skin.
The purest form of you took the room and you were so sound.
Your lips puckered; hair pushed around.
Your socks halfway off.
I couldn’t take my eyes off,
because
as you slept,
you were perfect.
Even
as
you
slept.
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Vincent Paul
Just a lefty who likes to write
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