Tonight, Well I Don't Know What Will Happen

Reads: 155  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 2

More Details
Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I'm not sure what tonight will hold, but I'm scared to find out.

Submitted: May 17, 2016

A A A | A A A

Submitted: May 17, 2016

A A A

A A A


I remember when nighttime was a magical world full of adventure and story books and pleading for five more minutes of staring out the window at the endless sky. 

I remember when I would just lay there in the dim rays of the night light, pondering what awaited me right outside my door because when darkness fell it was a whole new world. 

I remember trying my hardest not to drift off to sleep because nighttime always went by too fast and I never got to explore it. 

Now nighttime is a world I know too much about. 

I know that nighttime is when I think my darkest thoughts and when every insecurity surfaces at once, too quickly for me to count them all. 

I know that nighttime is when I resist to start the love affair between my fingernails and my arm again because these were my last clean pair of bed sheets. 

I know that nighttime is when I do everything in my power to go right to sleep but even then the demons turn visions of sugar plums dancing through my head to visions of the people who had left long ago. 

Nighttime is when I still can't sleep so I wander around. 

At nighttime, I lay across the rooftops where we spent our summers together doing nothing but doe-eyed stares and cuddling because at nighttime I see all the lies you told me in bright red marks. 

At nighttime, I climb up into the tree where I ran to after the first day of school because I hated learning math and all of the kids thought my dress looked funny because at nighttime I can still see the tears that stained those branches long ago. 

At nighttime, I run through the forest where I went when my world first started falling apart and the trees were the only things that weren't spinning because at nighttime I can still see the bootprints I left as I tried to keep my legs from falling. 

Nighttime is the time when I never know what will happen. Tonight? Well I don't even know what will happen, but maybe this time you'll stay long enough to find out with me. 


© Copyright 2017 Goodnight Moony. All rights reserved.

Add Your Comments:

Comments

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply