I can't sleep.
Paranoia creeps into my bones.
I can feel my body coil.
It hasn't even been 24 hours and look at me.
I'm pacing back and forth.
Imagining.
Worst case.
I lose you forever.
Worst case.
You hate me.
What a catastrophe that would be.
Earth shattering.
Best case.
You're busy.
The more likely scenario.
Why am I going so crazy?
Please say you'll forgive me.
Come back. I'm lonely.

You said you thought things were coming to a close
I said I couldn't let you go
It's unnerving to know
That it could have happened so easily
That I could have slipped through the cracks
That you would have let me
I thought I meant so much more
When we said those words
Those four
Don't forget me
In the valley
I know the heat is on
But soon the rain will pour
Please tell me I mean so much more

Like old wooden floors,
I felt my bones creek.
Inside the frame of a window,
the world fed itself to me.
I absorbed everything.
Let out a quiet sigh.
Sprung into the clutches of the night.

The sky is grey this morning.
The night is over, but it is still sleeping (as we should be)
I don't think the moon has purged itself entirely.
Somewhere above us, it is in hiding.
How can I say-
I am lost in you, and there is no finding-
Every road is a dead end in it's own way.
All that I know is that I am not afraid.
The water dripping down from the planters does not drown me.
It feeds me.
Gives me words that I turn to poetry.
A light from a television screen.
Black curtains and my feet aching.
This blister will remind me of a lifeless body.
It burns as I sweat profusely.
The constant buzz from cars passing and the sweet ****** of a wooden wind chime sang us to sleep.
I felt you touch me.
You put your hands in between my legs, and kissed my shoulder blade.
Thank you.
It made my stomach weak.
Queasy.
You never promised me anything.
But if I woke you in the middle of the night, would you caress my face?
Do you want to know what I want?
Besides you (nothing but you)
I want you here to hold me.
I want you to say something.
Put me in your movie.
Make it clever and witty.
I want you to say you-
Is it coming?
Will I ever see the sun?