midnights' killing

i haven't met you yet,

after years

i'm packing your clothes, sweaters, books, and bags

i'm sending it by tomorrow

wasn't surprised anymore today,

i'm numb

i'm cold

i'm exhausted

i'm weak

i'm crying

i have seen you a while in my sleep

i was waking up ugly that morning

i heard sun whispered, "you met him finally, after years"

i was confuse i met you & i was not happy

i was feeling so ugly

i have missed you

like all midnights,

i have missed you like i'm the one who's holding a moon every damn night

i have missed you like the amount of stars i'm capturing everytime i'm thinking of you--which is a lot

eventhough i know you'd never know

12 September 2020