I won't sleep tonight
Because I can't do so
In your arms
Because my bed
Is too cold
I'll stare at the ceiling
Because I can't
Hear your breathing
Or feel the rising
Of your chest on mine
I'll be awake for days
Since I cannot find one to
Occupy the this vacancy
Someone to clot
This open wound
I'll bleed to death
Not from thinning blood
From trauma and not enough
Arms to pat me
On the back
I'll rise out of my
Lifeless husk and
Show you what you're missing
Look inside yourself
Now you know what could have been
Nov 3, 2010
Nov 3, 2010 at 7:34 PM UTC
I won't sleep tonight
Because I can't do so
In your arms
Because my bed
Is too cold
I'll stare at the ceiling
Because I can't
Hear your breathing
Or feel the rising
Of your chest on mine
I'll be awake for days
Since I cannot find one to
Occupy the this vacancy
Someone to clot
This open wound
I'll bleed to death
Not from thinning blood
From trauma and not enough
Arms to pat me
On the back
I'll rise out of my
Lifeless husk and
Show you what you're missing
Look inside yourself
Now you know what could have been