My head hurts,
I can feel the pulsating palpitations of a cerebral miscommunication,
I’m in bed but I’m not tired,
Staring at the ceiling,
Waiting for daybreak to blind me with its optimism,
Dreading every shred of light.

Why can’t I close my eyes,
I’m tired,
My body is tired,
My mind is weary,
I do feel sleepy,
So why am I still up.

Is it you?
Are you here with me,
You’re not in the bed but if I close my eyes I can still feel you there,
Your imprint still shadows the pillow you left behind,
Come and go thief,
Take my memories,
Steal my dreams.

It’s almost 3 o clock,
My mother was superstitious about that time,
Told me to pray until sunlight,
Or until graced with sleep,
I guess I’ll try,
If your reading this tonight,
I hope you sleep tight,
Those pesky little bed bugs won’t get you this time,
If your reading this tomorrow,
I hope you slept well,
And the dream of us together seems like a really tough sell but I love you,
Goodnight princess