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i wake you in the night to tell you i can't stop thinking about you,
and you think it's a dream still, or it's not morning, or something something.
bags under your eyes full of groceries,
speaking of which - we need to get some tomorrow.

but i wake you up in the middle of the night to tell you that i already knew
from the first time i saw you that we can't be friends
i can't speak to you
i can't touch you
without electrocuting myself closer to death,
(you blink)
but i have done so and i did and i did,
(you blink)
i only feel elevated,
i don't even care if i die.
(you blink and kiss and close your eyes back to your awaiting slumber)