A slight burn when I blink.

(blink. blink. blink. BLINK.)

Eyes a little dark,

thoughts a little darker.

A hand on either temple.

Hands grabbing fists of hair.

Dreams That Heal,

I’ve left you for a night.

I’ve left you in the past.

I leave you when reality pulls me close.

You must think I love you least of all.

Sometimes, I think I do.

Where would I be if I didn’t love you?


But I rather heal.


But I want to be


I’m so tired.