This is not a poem.

did you know that sometimes I close the door
to keep you outside, to be all alone,
did you know that sometimes I fall on my knees?

please don’t close the curtains at night
I want to see the sky
and please, please don’t go until you say
goodbye
because I want to remember your voice.

I could write you poems and songs
I could love you until the end of life
but a rat’s life is short
and I want to stare into your black eyes
and see the stars.

please, never let me sleep
I don’t want to close my eyes in front of you,
but please let me dream
I need to feel you close
even if you’re not

a poem

Author: Jane Kelsey

I write, I read, I bleed.

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