Exhaustion That Led To Collapse

Under the hum of city lights

Where months before I bid my goodnights

And hushed my truth

Heavy show kissed my pale flesh

Finding comfort in small gestures

Burdened by this sense of self

Never nothing short of heaven sent(The nocturnal everlasting that dreamt of sleep)

You saw through my guise(The clairvoyant that could not speak)

Before I ever could(And the exhaustion that lead to collapse)

Our images blurred into sound(Finding comfort in small gestures)

Your voice kept me warm(Burdened by this sense of self)