I can't sleep tonight
but I'm dreaming of you
and it's 12:51 AM
I'm so upset because you're my only
safe haven and yet
you're so faraway
at 12:52 AM
my heart is split in half:
one half is with you in your bed
across town
while the other is broken
and yet to be found
God you don't know
how much I love you
and even I don't think
I can piece it all together
but ****
do I really have to try now
at 12:55 AM?
can't I shut down my brain
like the rest of the city has already
and figure it out when the sun is shining?
It's 12:58 AM
and the Klonopin is kicking in
these words are swirling
and I'm fighting it because
I need to finish these conscious thoughts of you--
who knows what I'll conjure up
when my eyes are closed?
all I know is
I won't stop loving you
not at 1:02 AM
or God knows when
I'm coming back to you my love
though first if you don't mind
I'll close my eyes and
drift away to Slumberland
keep your half of my heart safe
in your bed
while I'm gone,
won't you?
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 11:54 PM UTC
I can't sleep tonight
but I'm dreaming of you
and it's 12:51 AM
I'm so upset because you're my only
safe haven and yet
you're so faraway
at 12:52 AM
my heart is split in half:
one half is with you in your bed
across town
while the other is broken
and yet to be found
God you don't know
how much I love you
and even I don't think
I can piece it all together
but ****
do I really have to try now
at 12:55 AM?
can't I shut down my brain
like the rest of the city has already
and figure it out when the sun is shining?
It's 12:58 AM
and the Klonopin is kicking in
these words are swirling
and I'm fighting it because
I need to finish these conscious thoughts of you--
who knows what I'll conjure up
when my eyes are closed?
all I know is
I won't stop loving you
not at 1:02 AM
or God knows when
I'm coming back to you my love
though first if you don't mind
I'll close my eyes and
drift away to Slumberland
keep your half of my heart safe
in your bed
while I'm gone,
won't you?
This is quite possibly the worst poem I've ever written, but that's what I get for babbling on into a microphone while I'm half asleep.
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