up on the horizon.
With its light
filtering through the blinds
hanging by the window;
forcing my eyes to open up against
the disgustingly
bright and chirpy day that awaits.
It may be a beautiful day
they say,
but I still can't see
the beauty in it.
For all that
I wanted to do,
was to stay inside this
dark and dingy room,
curled up against the cold
as I bury myself deeper
into the sheets;
foolishly willing myself
back to the dream
wherein it was your skin,
and not the sheets,
that I was crawling myself in.
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