Three In The Morning Poem by Ardiente Antonio

When I am alone I wonder. Oh, how I loiter.
These emotional feelings of mine, so complex yet incredibly bland.
My heart calls out for another, but on all occasions I do stutter.
That's when all things feel bleak, yet again I stumble over my joyful streak.
My body feels ecstatic and electric, but here I lie. Still, with my lips at ease.
I used to wear the mask, but now I consider it a disease.
With it, those untrue feelings maliciously regress me into that of an ordinary.
Without it, life gets harder. Friends and foes get smarter.
'For your heart is on you're sleeve! ' they would exclaim. Then I ask a question; Are you in no need of it?
I beg of you, or them, or the girl next door. Please just take my lonesome core!
My own life and no one will bat an eye. Not even if I stuck out a knife. For now, I wonder and loiter. Perhaps... Even forever.