fatigued though i can not rest
because my thoughts are a jumbled mess
weary hearts like mine desire affection,
at 3 am i crave connection
the warmth of tangled legs and beating chests,
pressed against each other in a nest

a feeling of togetherness is something i miss
and the warmth of a kiss
on my forehead and on my lips,
tracing along my fingertips
rough hands intertwined
it feels as though i can rewind
back to that time  
when i felt like everything was fine