I Miss Two AM not his Empty Shell

I went through and wrote poetry for those people closest to my heart. The problem it's either one REALLY long poem, or 12 very short poems. I think it's just too long to be one poem though so this is

Two AM is a boy
someone I used to know that's suspended on emptiness
We still live in this same town together
That’s clouded over with rejected mistletoe kisses
And scabs peeled off on broken trampolines
I knew him once I don’t know him now
See his voice makes my skin crawl
And his eyes are bloodshot and sunken in
I don’t know if I’m still taller than he is
But his body’s wasted and corroded  
Accustomed to drugs and empty beds
Not children and little girl’s crushes

Two AM knows I’d cry with just one glance from his vacant eyes

I wish I could see the light in his eyes once again
the emptiness is stealing his soul
he's fallen in too deep to
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