4 am knows me 
Better than anything
It knows the tears I fight
To keep from sliding
Down the length of my cheekbone
And the trembling of my chin
As the war rages on
It knows the lyrics
That linger in my mind 
For days
And the melancholy melodies
That play on repeat
Until my laptop battery
Gets drained of life
It has seen me
Plaster my blemished face
Into my favorite blue pillow
After the curtain closes
On the bloody conflict
I fight in vain
Against myself
Hoping that sleep 
Will finally take me away
It sees me fall to pieces
And then stitch myself together
In monotonous frequency
And unlike you
It has kept my secrets

About savannahlyn

I write to articulate what my tongue cannot
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