manuel of la brea

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sleepy talks

You are the one who greets me when I wake up every midnight. It’s hard to tell the right words when you’re near me, so I confess that there is a sinking feeling.

The ring floaties aren’t enough to save me in your eyes. Why am I drowning?

I tried to remove you in my mind. Every night, I become like a child. I have to stop it so I can relieve the sadness of not telling how much I like you now.

It’s not that I want to force you, but can I ask you for something? Do you have a little time? You know, I will not waste it.

Why am I so much happier? Staying awake is enough to stare at those lovely lips—hoping you’ll kiss me.

I don’t know it anymore. Every night, I want to caress you as you requested not to be sleepy when we talk. You’re the only one I want to say good morning.