Sleepless

I keep myself far away from sleep.

I know that when I drift

you will stain my every thought,

like a thousand hues of acrylic paint

splattered across my fluffy white dream cloud;

such a mess,

but something much to beautiful

to be ignored.

I keep myself far away from sleep,

but I bite my nails

and grind my teeth;

so anxious.

My conciousness makes me nervous.

I fear I will fall into temptation

(much like I have fallen for you)

pick up my phone

and dial your number.

Just like that paint, I will spill

every little fantasy and secret

I have been dying to share with you.

Author's Note

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