day 249: sleepwalking

my sleep doesn't settle

it rattles here

under my skin

im missing you like i'm missing my dreams

and there seems to only be nightmares hidden in these walls

if only they could speak

im sure they would scream

and im sure i would shake

im sure fear would be here and she would bitch slap me

because she can

because im weak

i dont sleep

just wait for morning

and my body is always tired

and torn

and doenst move properly

i dont dance

beautiful

like you do

but ill stand in the shadow you cast

hoping to be tied to you somehow

maybe it will be like dancing til midnight

alone

in a dark room

on fire

with our heart tired behind our backs

our bodies merely sleepwalking

to pass the time til morning