THE CATALOGUE OF UNPRETTY MIDNIGHT THOUGHTS

There's an army of unsolicited pain,

There's an army of unsolicited scars,

There's also an army of unsolicited darkness,

They come barging in,

And then there's an ambushed to the heart.

There is a place behind that dusk,

There is a place behind that tree,

There is a place behind that old house,

A place where weary love didn't exist.

There would be time when his voice soothes your aching body,

There would be time when his hands will trace your body like its a goddamn universe,

There would be time when his sweet words leads your heart and mind back home, 

There would be time when his love made you shiver.

But you're a lost stars,

But you're a falling leave,

But you're a broken bones.

The light went out,

And there is nobody,

Nobody's coming,

No one's going to love the hell out of you,

No one's going to kiss you underneath the flickering porch lights.

No one's coming,

And I don't know which one is scarier,

Knowing that you're alone,

Or knowing that you're scared of love,

Of loving,

Of being in love,

Of being loved.

– C.L.