I just want to sleep,
to rest my head and not feel my pulsing heart beat,
to stop feeling such defeat,
but the things that keep me up are so bitter-sweet,
sweet memories of our long swims out by the lake,
bitter insomnia; the story you left me to think about in my wake,
the feeling of your warm lips on my cheek,
your arms wrapped around me feeling safe and not so weak,
but I am in a cold empty bed,
where you no longer rest your head,
clutching the blankets tight,
wishing these memories would stop; so I could just slip into the night,
but rest cannot be found,
because you are not around.