I'm so tired that my eyes hurt.
they feel dull and heavy.
but,
I can feel the tears building in my throat.
it's not often I can go to sleep
lately
without thinking of love lost. better to have loved
and lost, than never to have loved at all,
right?
I can't sleep without wanting to
press my nose against your back again, and breathe you in.
without
wanting to press my lips against your shoulder,
run them across your warm smooth skin.
I can't
fall asleep and not think of bumping
my toes up against yours in the middle of the night
and
smiling, half-asleep, to myself then
curling up a little bit closer to you.
desperately
I wrap myself around a pillow
hoping I'll fool myself, knowing I won't.
guess
the pillow works anyway, to bury
my face into, and soak up my regret