rose tinted glasses

melatonin

melatonin

thought you were God but god is a fake

eve is the apple and Adam the snake

i think about all the time that I take

i count all the times that I break

and I'm useless

lying awake until morning

sleep is hopeless

without melatonin

petrichor

smells like your shirt

on the tepid shores

of the California murk

and these rainy days

are enough to make

this summer haze

linger on the lake

sand worn hair

salt bleached skin

restlessness steeps through the saline air

dark circles black as original sin

you tell me no, but why do you care

your kisses taste too much like gin

we are both not going anywhere

stuck in the waves and the turmoil within

so say a futile, fruitless prayer

and we'll go back to making bathtub gin

in the hotel called nowhere

-Sol