Surviving 2020
I just chugged a warm mug
of coffee with a cinnamon stick
I don’t think I’m okay.
Been high from the moment I wake
to when my eyes shut,
my thoughts wander.
Drowning out the world
ears wrapped in headphones
pumping music through.
Emotional pain is too far out
to connect my body with,
working till it hurts.
Trying understand the abstract,
accept the impossible
to ever understand.
Wrap your arms around me,
so that my brain may
release it’s oxytocin.
Closeness is hard to come by
in these infectious days
and could be deadly
Wrap your arms around
yourself instead
and let you feel
your love
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