Broken Furniture

Wake up. It's morning.
Wake up. My eyes are frozen.
Wake up. Listen to my insecurities.
Wake up. My heart is burning,
burning,
catching fire like the days of summer we spent together in that apartment.

Remember the apartment overlooking that street where cars sped downhill?
Remember the street and that I almost got run over?
Remember the broken furniture that people would leave on the sidewalk?

I laugh because now I'm broken furniture on the sidewalk.

Wake up. Because another day ended last night.
Wake up. Because another day begins today,
and that means it's that much closer to tomorrow.
Oh, how I long for tomorrow.
Because tomorrow I might stop being broken furniture.
Wake up.