I’m scared to sleep now.
After the dreams of last night.
Dreams that promised a future of bright happy fortitude.
No, I can’t sleep now.
Too scared I’ll get just what I want
And I’ll have to wake up in the morn again
Cold and alone again.
Yes, I am too scared to sleep.
Too scared of my own images that possess my mind.
But if I stay up any longer,
If I let the night crawl in under my skin
I know I’ll just be caught thinking of you.
Writing love sick poems about you.
Drawing images in the air of how we could be.
No, I must sleep.
I must sleep and pray these images to not plague me again.
Don’t settle across these warmth wrapped eyes
Because honestly I can’t take another night plagued by you.
Another night where everything feels right wrapped in your arms
Just to find you gone when I return to reality.
So I will lay down.
Close my eyes.
The next time I see you is months away.