My body still searches for you
In a sea of bedsheets and stuffed animals.
I try to mimic the warmth of your arms around me.
I, once again, fail miserably...
Just like I did when you packed up and left.
My hands sleepily clasp at nothingness.
I am half asleep,
Just at the stage before waking up,
Desperately trying to find any semblance of you.
I was always told my insomnia was the reason for my lack of rest.
But what do we call it when I can not fall asleep without you beside me?
May 21, 2020
May 21, 2020 at 3:03 AM UTC
My body still searches for you
In a sea of bedsheets and stuffed animals.
I try to mimic the warmth of your arms around me.
I, once again, fail miserably...
Just like I did when you packed up and left.
My hands sleepily clasp at nothingness.
I am half asleep,
Just at the stage before waking up,
Desperately trying to find any semblance of you.
I was always told my insomnia was the reason for my lack of rest.
But what do we call it when I can not fall asleep without you beside me?
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