Holding My Breath

stars tangle in my hair
as i dance with the moon
and isn’t it beautiful
the way things fall together

you asked me to wait
but i am so tired
of holding my breath
and now i realize that
somethings are worth leaving

i am tangled sheets
at 1 am – i count
wishes instead of stars
and i hide from my dreams

behind closed blinds
under blankets that
know me better
than i do
to bright, all these lights
i’d rather be
by myself any way

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Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.

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