beautiful day and a beautiful life
ruined by a single name
tortured, obsessed, poked, and prodded
by 1 syllable
a single whisper in the wind
“what’s in a name?”
she says
nothing at all
just memories twisting for life
attached to a name
they are slowly forgotten
but never the feeling
and never the name

my legs are tangled in the sheets dangling into the deep vastness of my bed
my head rests on a pillow keeping me just above the course chaos of comforter
my hair is a delicate mess thrown about the dauntless duvet
my hand intertwines the blanket, a desperate grip for salvation
my mind wonders into the murky abyss of eventide
so I sleep with the lights on

my legs are tangled in the safety of yours
my head rests on your rising chest pulling me out of the cold chaos
my hair is calmed by the gentle breeze of your breath
my hand grips yours, pulling me out of the ruthless clutches of thought and depression
my mind is steady, smoothy sailing upon the eventide
so I sleep with the lights off