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 Jan 2017 polly
requiEM
restlessness
 Jan 2017 polly
requiEM
Menthol Madness creeps into my head.  
Tattooed Touch fills my mind.

I am not ready for this day to end. I never am - a lover of the night, I blur the lines between sunrise and sunset frequently. I lie on my back and think of skin, smoke, sense. My senses feel deprived. I need stimulation, stimulants....something. No one is awake. I am restless, unable to sleep.

What keeps me awake all of these nights? What occupies my mind during these hours? What keeps me up at night?
 Jan 2017 polly
medha
{ staying }
 Jan 2017 polly
medha
i think
i found my
happy place.

this space
between your
arms that i have
started to call home.
and this time i'm staying.

— The End —