Night Mære
No more scary stories before bed
This Nightmare elixir cant suppress
All the beautiful terrifying things in
Your Head
“IM 35 YEARS OLD!”
“I CAN PLAY MY MUSIC AS LOUD AS I WANT TO!”
but maybe turn it down if it gets too loud
“I CAN LEAVE REALLY LONG VOICEMAILS!”
if I want to
“I CAN GROW OUT MY HAIR!”
if i want to
As a matter of self
Love
Self care
What kind of animals would desway you from your dreams?
Your casual complex?
“I’M 35 YEARS OLD!”
“I CAN OVER DO IT!”
If I want to.
But maybe should remember the plans we made
And would like to keep.
We’ll walk to our appointment
If we have to
We won’t.
No more scary stories before bedtime.
Your stomach’s gonna eat it self
Go back to bed.
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I Love it. Thanks!!!
And thanks for the long voicemails!
😊😊😊😊😊💜
Yeah, this one’s wonderful. I also love that, even though it’s called Night Mære, it’s a cheerier respite from your previous poems, where you seem be wrestling with wild demons.
“It’s like there’s a demon inside of me, and it won’t let go until it pulls everything out.”
lol. thanks Goldie