it’s time to get home.
you rarely out stay your welcome but tonight you need to get back to the empty home that abandoned you long ago.
he keeps calling for you and each time you answer knowing that this alone is your life.
you are the voice on the other end of the line, the hello at the end of loneliness.
he can’t sleep without you, yet dreaming of you is a chore. it’s hard to see you play the part of the victim especially when the easiest part of your night is going home to him.
but maybe i’m just soggy from life and maybe everything i’m writing is about me.
if you’re asleep in this life, then embrace it and avoid the morning with all that you are, because the waking life is no way to live.
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