You tell me you aren't sleepy
As your voice fades
And your eyelashes flutter
Trying to keep those honey-filled eyes open
Though their shine has set with the sun
I tell you about my day
And though you have drifted off
You somehow always respond to my final three words
For you to love me, even in your sleep
Is the reason I count down the hours
Til I hear your raspy "Good morning Handsome”

Between straight hair and curly
Between a childlike imagination and a mature disposition
Between my parent's culture and that of the country they picked for me
Between intelligent and dim
Between homebody and life of the party
Between mentally stable and slowly losing control
A midpoint between male and female
Half poet and half storyteller
The world is a spectrum that goes from A to B
And it’s okay to be a decimal point
My identity flourishes in the safety of the in-between
Grey is now my favorite color

2AM
Despite the thought of dirt on my pjs
I lay under the old pine tree
To simply take in
The colorful lights that sit in my garage
11 months out of the year
Suddenly, they have me glowing along side them
I smile in awe
Holding back tears
As if I just found out about electricity
It will always feel like the first time
After the time you swore would be your last
A miracle that even Hallmark couldn’t write
Maybe next year I’ll get white ones
Same time, same place, same grass stained pjs

The night of our first fight you covered up your irritation by muttering under your breath
"i'm just grouchy just ignore me"
You nervously looked up at me, expecting me to change the subject
Searching for passive aggression in my voice
Please understand that I want to experience every feeling you have
Pleasant and unpleasant ones alike
Even the ones you keep hidden under a smile
Out of fear that your temper will leave you a lifetime of dinners made for one
Unlike my predecessors, I will not be chased away
Yes, I am overly confident but maybe it's enough to keep you company tonight
So please tell me that you're mad at me
And know that lecturing me about ***** dishes only makes me love you more

You wake up around 9pm
Though you've been up for 12 hours
It's like you've been holding in your breath all day
Waiting for the moon to kickstart your dysfunctional circadian rhythm  
To take off your mask
And hide under the cloak of night
Where you can dream like no one is judging
Write that song that's been buzzing in your head
Paint the picture you see when you finally close your eyes
Write poems you desperately hope someone will like
Manifest a future where the world recognizes the greatness that the moon and the stars have always seen in you
Look at how they come out to congratulate you
For making it another day
They don't care how ****** it was  
Cheers to the blissfully restless
(You know who you are)

Leave your shoes at the door
Hang your keys on the hook
Lately life’s been a chore
So here’s your sign to look
For a change of pace and a different you
Take a breath, flip the page, and start anew

Everyone dies.
When someones day is eternally over
Yours has just begun
While everyone weeps
You are backstage orchestrating a production
That production being a moment of closure
You do the work others fear
So they can say goodbye
They say you are heartless and numb
But it takes a big heart to care
Even to the ones who are gone