I thought that once employed
I would sleep better at night

instead

I am sitting awake
Four in the morning

complaining.

It's too hot
I'm too cold

thinking.

Does he like me?
Does he want to stay with me?

writing.

Poetry because it's too dark
to edit the words on my walls.

worrying.

Will I have enough for rent?
Can I afford to keep my cat.

even though,

All I really want to do
is curl up next to the boy in my bed, and

sleep.