It's two a.m. and I'm lying in bed
trying to get to sleep
trying to get to you
or maybe to things that used to be
I lie wide awake
looking into the darkness
my mind is static
blank but buzzing
with thoughts
with feelings
with memories
The window is open
my feet are sticking out
they're as cold as the tight clench of my heart at the thought of you
I cover to warm up
but the iciness remains
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 3:47 PM UTC
It's two a.m. and I'm lying in bed
trying to get to sleep
trying to get to you
or maybe to things that used to be
I lie wide awake
looking into the darkness
my mind is static
blank but buzzing
with thoughts
with feelings
with memories
The window is open
my feet are sticking out
they're as cold as the tight clench of my heart at the thought of you
I cover to warm up
but the iciness remains
Request permission to use this poem