1:16 a.m.
every inch of you is stuck in my mind
i can't sleep
every dream starts and ends with you
it's so late
i'm so tired
it's 1:17 a.m.
and the curve of your hands
are still tracing my thoughts
my heart races
and i curl up next to a blanket
and pretend it's you
holding me tight
it's 1:18 a.m.
and that's when i realize
i can't sleep with you
on
my
mind
( i kinda accidentally wrote this poem about someone haha oops )
