i can't sleep anymore.
my bare feet are hanging off of the edge of the bed, and i used to be scared.
i used to be scared in this exact situation, that a hand would grab my exposed feet during my slumber- pulling me underneath my bed, or into some sort of nightmare.
but i wish a hand would grab me right now,
your hand specifically.
for once- i wouldn't get mad at you for scaring me.
maybe a little bit, but still a moment i have yet to see.
a memory without tangled bed sheets,
but a memory without exact repeats.
while i'm willing to bait myself until you acknowledge the sign,
i can't sleep with the knowledge that you're not mine.
YOU ARE READING
my poetry - kelsey loch
Poetrymy personal work, all written by me - i post them here so i can reflect on myself and my writing easily. writing is my greatest passion, and i hope you love my work. all feedback is appreciated!
