« oh, can you tell i haven't slept very well since the last time that we spoke? »
we hadn't talked in four days and for the past three nights i'd only had nightmares
it's no coincidence and we both know it
it's like watching a silent movie and the only thing on the screen is your face
but then your eyes turn black and spiders crawl out your skull
it wouldn't have been so bad if you weren't smiling at me the entire time
is it morally wrong to hope for bad dreams?
because at least then you looked at me with emotion other than indifference
we spoke last night and you reassured me
that you couldn't get tired of talking to me and i almost cried from relief
i only woke up once in the night and it wasn't from a nightmare
for once i didn't have to dream at all
YOU ARE READING
lemon lavender & long nights
Poetryyou're lemon lavender and long nights [when the scent of lemon lavender was all that filled my head while talking to you those long summer nights] ▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁ COLLECTION NO.3 #38 in poetry © wraiths™ 2015-2016
