Thoughts at Midnight

She said ‘ Does anyone ever consider that loneliness too meet be in search of a companion?’
Well, he’s been sharing my bed , filling up the empty place where my heart used to be.
No one ever tells you the price of kindness and grace.
On some nights, nothing about this skin feels like poetry.
Hold it in, be strong, let it out, be brave;
I’m tired of feeling ice in my  veins.
Do people forget how much a human can feel?
Are the voices in their heads quiet?
Mine are a cacophony I can feel in my ribs.
He said ‘Loss carves us into kinder, gentler creatures.’
Well, how much do you give before you dry out?
She said ‘ Why is it that you don’t believe believe that you are worth fighting for? ‘
Well, because I am black blood and red ink and I can’t remember the last time someone told me I was.
I don’t even know if I’d believe them anymore.
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Note: this poem has quotes from other people’s work, I give them all due credit, I just added them because the thoughts won’t shut up tonight.