i don't like sleeping alone, so i slept with my conscience; how many rights have i wronged? it echoed through my skull. tonight i am restless.
i don't like sleeping alone, so i slept with my insecurities; again, i am rattled by a question, will i ever be enough? tonight i lie awake.
i don't like sleeping alone, so i slept with my anxiety; it grabbed my heart in its hands, and told me: so many things are wrong. tonight i could not breathe.
i don't like sleeping alone, so i slept with my guilt; it had no query, but it kept me up: i have wronged many people. tonight no sleep came.
i don't like sleeping alone, so i slept with loneliness; hearing the pitter-patter of footsteps, sonder seeping in my bones, tonight i rest in echoing silence.