Dead of the night

Day dreams are my daymares like nightmares circulating my mind in the light of day… it’s been days now, why now what’s up now?!

‘Your’ love slips me over pulls me under, slipping me under, got me fighting the pull, don’t let this one slip, don’t let me go back, under you.

My skin crawls with memories of you, I saw your face in my hands last night… I saw you standing there glibly. Why now, what’s up now?

Who knew through so many moons a blackened heart could still slip through, not tonight dear I’ve got too much fight left dear. No longer do I flinch when I speak your name.

There is no going back, to feeling me, dead in the night, you’re dead to me.

Silhouettes of you haunt my room, beneath the dark side of the moon. With a reflection of a man, I can no longer stand, for him my heart bled dry.

My voice it sings chasing away the presence of you, the you of a past I once knew. Who knew… there would be a likeness of a man in a ghost of you. Who fucking knew?!

All Words Written by Evelyn Wayde © 2020

Published by evelynwayde

Writer, Blogger, Mother, Narcissistic Abuse Survivor, Intuitive & Self-Care Advocate.

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