"narcolept" poems
my eyelids droop, heavy
and yours stay open, wide awake through the night
an insomniac and a narcolept.
i run, and i dance, soaking the warm rays of the sun through my skin, rushing to spend my days out in the open,
you cower, and deny, throwing excuses to stay inside the safety of your cold dark home.
the sun and the moon.
cheers and cries spill from my orange lips, excitement in every syllable exclaimed,
mutters, stutters, utterances and lies pour from your chapped lips as you fumbled out your reasons.
an extrovert and an introvert.
a villain, a hero.
an optimist and a pessimist.
bitter and sweet,
adoration and frustration .
"opposites really do attract, huh?"
you say, a grin on your chapped lips,
i frown, they really do
Mar 16, 2019
Mar 16, 2019 at 9:53 AM UTC