I can't sleep when I think of you,
so full of wanting and wonder that it hurts. and I'll lay the night away
just wishing that I could be in your arms, but eventually my eyes will close and the pillow beside me will stay cold.
and when the sun rises again,
illuminating my tossed and turned sheets, I'll awake with the ache of missing you
still there.
I've lost eons of sleep over you and yet,
I still seem to be dreaming of your hand in mine.
and maybe one day my ceiling won't look so bare in the 2 am light
but for now, all I see is the space between us that only gets wider with every sunset.
(maybe I really do have insomnia
or maybe the quiet the dark brings
just makes it too easy to think of you)
YOU ARE READING
open letters to no one
Poetrypoems I can't keep to myself. things to get off my chest with verbs, nouns, adjectives. life lessons I have no one to share with. texts I really should send but don't have the courage to. things I can't say aloud. in essence, words I want to scream...
