you told me once
that sleep deprivation
is the equivalent of
seven shots of whisky.
so i drank your words
on tuesday afternoon
and slammed down
seven shots of whisky
on wednesday night
and watched the sunrise
on thursday morning.
the whisky wore off long ago
but i am still here hoping that
if i stay awake long enough
i will stop dreaming
of you.
i haven't slept in days. why am i still thinking of you