Its 11pm, I'm falling asleep
in fear.
I want to repeat last night.
My dreams of you were breath taking, I want to live in them and never leave.
Though once reality sets in, the pain is too much to bare.
I must face this pain for another week,
and then I can say it.
I'm done.
It's over.
What a relief.
You can move on with your life,
And I can push through mine.
Thinking about this is a struggle.
I hear your name and get nauseated and shake.
My legs turn to water, I have none.
I fall.
Just as hard, and as swift as I did those two months ago.
I'm constantly sick.
You're all I think about.
Though when I fall into the fear of my dreams tonight, you'll be there.
Sick in life and death is who I am.
Goodnight.
