I come to bed hoping sleep’s embrace might just take hold of me tonight
But instead I come to bed and I find an ice cold bed of loneliness
Its not the dark that I fear anymore it’s the thoughts that race and pace around inside my head at night
Those day long slivers or repetitive thought
Day long slivers of repetitive thought
It’s not being able to get you out of my head
It’s like you flip a switch somewhere deep inside me
Because every time I see you my brain goes numb and my hearts beat grows ever louder
I feel it in my chest this tightening of my rib cage, shortening of my breath, a quickening of my pulse
It’s the deafening of my ears, the blinding of my eyes, blotting out everything but the sight and sound of you
It’s something that at times can be inexplicable, and at others actually quite predictable
Its the loneliness I fear the thought that I might never be able to hold you in my arms
And its not being able to tell you a single word of this
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