I wish I could soak my brain in narcotics.
Then maybe I could sleep at night.
Maybe if I pour Nyquil into my ears.
If I drill a hole in my skull and funnel down some Vicodin.
Some Ambien, Eszopiclone, Ramelteon, Triazolam, Zaleplon, Zolpidem salad.
And a bowl or two on the side.
But then I may never wake up.
And the sky looks too perfect in the morning to sleep forever.

I'm in love with your coffee shaped heart, and the way your scent of fresh bagels wafts through to the bedroom as you kiss me with the taste of sugar and cream on your lips. A caffeine high radiates from you as you grab my hips from behind while I make breakfast in one of your over-sized t-shirts. You have to go to work but I grab your hand and whisper "please, stay for one more cup"