Poetry Feelings

forty-eight

you make me fall asleep. i don't know if that's good or bad. but you're the only one who can throw me into a deep slumber that i'm staring to wonder if you're my sleep personified. ever since i met you, i crave your presence like how an addict would crave drugs just because you make me fall asleep. you throw my body's homeostasis into awry whenever you're around and my body's circadian rhythm seems to be at your beck and call. and i still don't know if that's good or bad, but i was never able to sleep again without thinking of you.