A string of sleepless nights and a paranoid heart
There will never be enough time
If that’s even all it takes.
These used to be warning signs
Now it’s just a Saturday night and the people around me
I didn’t feel at home anyways.
Our hearts love for different reasons
So I can’t blame the storm sent to bury the sun.
You reach out your hand with a face that begs me to hold on
I shrug and look away, “It’s not that easy anymore.”
If I haven’t felt normal in two years, maybe this is the new normal.