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?
Unhealed.
But I rather heal.
Unkind.
But I want to be
Lovely.
I’m so tired.
(whereareyou?)