Posted by Anonymous on 2015/05/27 under Uncategorized the cursor blinks at me.
my eyelids fall heavy.
a bright screen stares back at me.
little black numbers tell me it is late o’clock.
i tell people i write when i can’t sleep.
that’s not true.
i could almost always sleep.
i write when i want to express my feelings.
it never works.
i try to put my random teenage hormones into words.
it never seems to work how i expect it to.