Lying awake cause you're keeping me insane.

And I stare at the cracks of the walls,

waiting for your pride to seep out in a thick

nasty black residue that sticks to your wet hair

and your long fingernails as branches

tap on the nearest open window. 

It's past midnight and not a soul is twitching

as mice run through the walls,

scratching an anicent code through each power line,

and all I can do is lie awake

while thoughts flicker like forgotten light bulbs

and electricity flames through your heart 

because once, it used to be alive,

illuminated and powerful with something called love.

But now you sit there as your hand creeps from under my bed,

reaching for my hand to grab on to because deep down, 

we both know,

you're suffocating.