5:11

by hayley*virgo - Aquarius

It is 5:11 in the morning
and you can bet that I am awake
Pen to paper: face to pillow
It's all a circle
much like my love life
Endless, pointless, motionless,
stupid.
What is this I am writing of?
Can I answer that yet myself?
I used to believe in you.
I thought you could transform the moon 
with your breath
like how you used to alter my frame of mind
with your unadorned yet soothing language.
Look, though;
the moon is still orbiting in her constant pattern
and I am still imperfect.
However, one day
when my poetry and songs are no longer about you,
I will be complete.

Birth sign: Aquarius
Date created: 1998-12-14 23:30:31
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:40:45
Poem ID: 51302

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