Sleep deprivation
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Share a bed with you,
Warmly,
Feels good to be snug again,
Happily.
Drift off to sleep,
Post orgasmic haze,
Dream's are coming,
Bit of a maze,
Fighting and fighting,
Mr. Sandman,
why can’t I sleep?
I try so hard and still need relief
While every night, I lay there in waiting
But instead, my thoughts are introspective wailing.
For you see sir,
all that I see
Walking around all day, feeling like shit. The night before was
difficult, whilst laying on my pit.
I lie down at night, feeling totally spent. An hour or two quickly
passes by and then wide awake again.
"Fuck."
"I want to die," I say.
"I wasn't supposed to let it get this bad again," I say.
As if I have any choice in the matter.
As if my brain isn't the traitor here.
I bleed coffee
from countless sleepless nights
and I can't tell
if the bitter taste in my mouth
is from my drink of choice
or memories of his tongue.
Maybe it's the aftertaste
