Hurts

Insomnia

Sleeping through hours to forget about you,
lying on my side, the strings of darkness constantly tugging me over.
Moments pass and I can no longer stand this discomfort.

How is it that we can fall in love so easily, for someone who isn't even ours?

These strings tie over to lie me on my back.
The ceiling sinks and I am no longer cold.
My feet swell and I can begin to feel the skin beneath the lower lids of my eyes welt up.

My face dampens.

Chest heavy and frigid, no longer can I fight this heat driven by misdirection, lust, and broken curiosity.
I miss those soft patches who were never mine to touch.

I cannot rest.

Again, I ponder.
How is it that I myself, alone, can be so driven towards someone who cares none for me?