**** going to bed early,
Cause this is what happens…
Not-quite-nightmares unsettle me,
Creeping under my skin…
Cold, molasses spiders,
And I wake up with my head aching,
But it’s only 3am and so I’m bored,
And I must further forget,
So I sleep again…
To dream of the loveliest of life this time,
Her voice… Her scent… Her eyes…
The way she stretched out her very being,
When it was only me watching,
I wake up with my head AND chest aching,
**** going to bed early.