Nighttime is the worst.
All the emotions
Come flooding in
And I feel lost.
Like an envelope
With no address.
I try to distract myself,
But all I can think of
Is what would've been.
Or still could be.
With the light of a match,
I still can't see,
But somehow I can
Think of a way to
Put all the blame
On me.
©️ Amanda Catherine
