Night Thoughts

It's okay if you're mad.

I knew I couldn't ignore you forever.

I knew it would all

catch up to me

someday.

 

Sunday

mornings always have me feeling drowsy.

I've always hated Sundays

'cause school always comes after.

Yesterday I woke up thinking

it might come crashing down

on top my head

and that's okay.

It's always about time.

I wish that I could hoard time.

Wish I could grab a whole bag-full of time

and store it in my freezer

for 6-8 months

until I'm ready to use it.

 

And if I knew a year ago

that I'd be writing this poem right now

I might've just ended it with you then

and there.

But that's alright,

I wouldn't have really changed anything.

I'm not that brave.

I'm not scared either,

I just don't want this pressure on me

even though it's on me.

And that's fine.

 

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