5:49 A.m.

5:49 A.m. short poem

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Lately you act like I’m a body, not a person.
It chills my bones and ice crystals huddle in the marrow.
I crawl into the nostalgic warmth of what was
but all I hit is the black and blue of what we are now.
I can’t even cry for I’m frozen in place,
left watching you touch me, feel me, with your wants
and selfish needs.

Ignoring who I really am.

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