Only For Every Other Night

I'm awake late at night sometimes,
Feeling like I'm going to drown in this pool of oncoming tears.
The pain rips right through me and opens the floodgates,
I tear at my sheets.
That's the thing about being awake late at night,
No one is awake, except you.
I don't find comfort in anything but this little screen it's glowing keyboard,
It begs me to say what I feel and pour out the hurt once again.
I tell myself, in these late night talks,
It's a stupid thing to cry about and you should be over it by now.
Then my reality collides with this thought,
I've held things that are precious to me in my arms but I've seen them all swiftly taken from me.
My love that I've given in my adulthood,
It doesn't slowly burn, it's snuffed out.
There is no distraction to mask what is real,
I'm left with the pain of my unending memories.
I don't know if I can't take the burden of being a human during these nights,
I toss and turn in my bed to try to escape these quiet thoughts.
There's no happy endings to these nights,
Just forgetfulness.
I eventually sleep after a time,
When my demons get bored.
There's only so much fun that you can have in one night,
They take their rare opportunity to torture me on these occasions.
I just have to wait for the wave of exhaustion to take me out to the sea of dreams,
The waves that seem to resemble the letters on this little glowing keyboard.
They carry me out when I have turned my sorrow into words,
Such sorrowful words.