my head is pounding
my eyes are sore
yesterday
still fresh on my face...
maybe even the day before
i'm starting to feel like i'm not functioning properly
like i've just become some waif
that haunts you
but only because
you make me
i'd rather just
leave.

honest to god
i'm sick of writing poetry about you
i hate all the ones before this
but you drive me to it
i can't stop.
you do things to me
that make the poetry
spill out.

stop hugging me
stop making me stay up with you
what do you want from me?
am i just a fellow insomniac
to cling to?
why do all the boys i love
make me stay up so late?
why can't i have an afternoon love?
why is it always a 4am
affair?

this puppy grew up too fast
and i hate to say it
but i don't think i like
dogs
after all.

it hurts,
skyler.
stop.