Written by Jacob Ibrag
Didn’t mean to wake you, it’s just
that sometimes I get lost in all of
this darkness. I would try to grasp for
air and fail as my lungs would collapse
from within. I’d panic out of bed and
find myself trapped in the pit of well
with a sliver of moon light bleeding in.
Crawling into a broken corner, my mind
would slowly begin to drift further into
a state of perpetual nothingness. It’s only
then that I’d remember that you’re laying
beside my body. The ice running through
my veins would thaw at the touch of your
skin. The hazel in your eyes would pierce
through myself manifested void and
collect my scattered attention. I used to
be lost till you whispered hello in the
crowded train. I used to think that I was
alone till you took hold of my hand.
Just thought I’d share that with you at
four thirty in the morning.