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Jan 2019 · 111
To You
Lesley Jan 2019
I’m not good at giving advice but I am good at listening so I promise I’ll just sit & listen to you tell me about how your parents are fighting or how you’re upset you didn’t get the job you wanted & it might not seem like a lot but I’ll love you the entire time  

I’ll listen intently when you tell me about the Halloween traditions in your neighborhood from when you were little
And when you tell me that some nights you can’t sleep alone or without the fan on
And sometimes I won’t know what to say but I will listen and rub your back and look at you with my soft chocolate eyes, and that will be enough.

I hope you find comfort in my silence and in my presence, just as I feel secure in your arms when neither of us breathe a word
Do you hear that?
That’s the sound of me loving you, quietly, but with the strength and passion of the Wyoming wind
You know it’s always there, even if some days it’s only a slight breeze.

Tell me about what your best and worst days felt like
Tell me what you’re afraid of and why, and how you deal with that
Tell me everything from start to finish
Everything in between
And let me love you anyway
this is for my sweet honey. you're like sunshine and fresh coffee.
Jan 2019 · 181
sleep deprived
Lesley Jan 2019
sometimes i don’t want to go to sleep
i don’t want to think or have weird dreams
these dreams are never about anything specific or important
but i don’t like how they make me feel when i wake
uncomfortable and uneasy

they leave traces of glass
shards of broken memories
of nothing and anything
and everything in between

the thinking is tricky you see
sometimes my brain goes far too fast
but other times it drags on and on
before bed my mind pulsates
i don’t like it

i wish that my head would just go blank
not forever, just for a moment
just so i could catch some sleep
easily, effortless, without a second thought
white nothingness

i wish to be wrapped in an envelope of silence
so that when i wake i feel
well rested
free
untangled
like i am not chained down

is that too much to ask?
sleep is wack. can't get over it

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