~Inspired by one of my closest friends who is currently going through probably this thing right here. She said she can relate so I have an impression this would be slightly accurate.~
Bed-ridden thoughts I loathe because I close my eyes
And you swirl your way through the dark
And I lay awake thinking of possibilities
Of images you gave me to dream
Give me a wink of sleep will you
But you don't get a second of sleep either
Because as the Greenwich line dictates you're ahead
And I am left behind in the hours of past
Probably waiting to catch up with you
But you don't get a second of sleep either
Because you do the waiting instead.
The morning isn't any different as you linger
Infiltrating my mind when I try not to
Kill my thoughts. "Die," I say.
You're making me die over and over again.
Let me live quietly.
I don't want this.
I don't because it will hurt me in ways
I don't want to be hurt again.
"But you won't hurt me," they say.
Sure, but what if I'm the one to hurt you.
Because you wrap me up in a warm blanket of words.
With you halfway around the globe
And I'm here with you hoping you know
How much I am screaming with words I want to say
Because you've made me do something I haven't in a while
Try, risk it, until I fall down again.
