my nights are spent alone
I find myself more at peace
when I speak quietly to it
some nights
sleep finds ways to elude me
other times
my pillow can hold me like my mother
I can dream four dreams a night
and remember them as one
I like to pretend my guitar is a diary
and the stings my pen
I imagine pictures of you dancing on clouds
so far away from my bedroom
it is small
you are just a crush
and I now know why they call it that
I now know why I sleep alone
and why I no longer talk out loud