I traced every inch of your face
My insomnia keeping me awake
But i didnt care
Laying there
Playing with your hair
I didnt care
Cause i could finally stare
Freely

If only i was a painter
My sleepless nights the perfect time to
Paint every imperfect detail that highlights your perfection

If only i was an author
***** sleep
I could write stories on stories
About the stories your body speaks

If only i was a playwright
My lack of sleep
Driving me
To curate theatrical irony
Of our existences

Thank God im a poet
My nights well spent
Not sleeping
But capturing every moment of our time
Line by line
Just as we had created them
Side my side