You lied again
       baby
You promised that you would never leave
           But
It's okay I don't want to make you angry.

Some nights are not as good as others
for example I have never loved Thursdays
no Thursday is what you want it to be
and no Thursday night offers enough rest

some nights, maybe Thursdays, I'm awake
laying where I'd sleep with eyes closed
but mind wide open, wishing to be empty
or filled with whatever rest has to offer it

I lay lucid, still as sand, wishing gently
for your warm hand in my hair, shirt
wrapped in me, pressing me into oblivion
on a stupid sleepless Thursday night.

Flustered.

All out
of control.

Let go
be.
Be.


Be

be


Child
be.

It was

a heavenly

invitation

of sorts,


and I

accepted

it gladly,


to be

the child

on the

horizon

to your

morning

light.


until the

wake

of your

beliefs

in the

water

beneath us

swallowed

me,


and I

was cold

and it

was dark


and the

air that

I struggled

for was

you.


and then

it went

black.


and I

felt

my heart

disappear

in my

chest


and I

lost all

sight

of sky


of dreams


and you.