I wake before the alarm.
Room smells like rain.
Windows closed.
Chair moves a few inches.

You notice too much.
You always did.
You left the light on
for what lives in your head.

Coffee tastes like metal.
Clock’s wrong again.
Five hours gone.
Phone rings once.
No one speaks.

It’s only me.
The quiet one.
I wait
till you come apart.

I make lists.
Shoes. Locks. Routes.
It keeps the noise away.
Noise wakes things.

You mark them all
before you move.
You like to know
who breathes in the room.

I tell myself it made sense.
That there was a reason.
But the reason shifts.
It always ends with my hands.

You don’t talk.
Talking wakes it up.

Huh. Are those whispers?
Ah… just follow the script.

We write.
You move.

I water the plant.
Set the chair straight.
Wait for footsteps.

Then we begin again.

It Wakes

I love playing with words, finding new ways to put them together to express what I feel. I hope my poems encourage others to share their feelings openly and honestly. My aim is to paint pictures with words, making them sing in a way that touches everyone's heart and mind. Through my poetry, I want to create moments that everyone can see themselves in, exploring emotions and thoughts that connect us all.

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