The Overthinker

Time to
get some
sleep

He
said

You can
do that
another day

If only
it was
that easy

She
said

To pack
my brain
away

428 Days Later

Never
before
have I
been so
trapped

In
such
a rigid
dichotomy

Between
being so
physically
restrained

Yet
emotionally
feeling
so free

Separated

I
wish
you were
here with me

All
these
tales we
could share

But
yet we
find we’re
both alone

So
into the
depths
we stare

Overheard

All
you
do is
bitch
and
moan

And I
listen
with
a sigh

For
you can’t
see what’s
right in
front of
you

Life,
passing
you by

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