(This is a poem I’m debating to read at coffeehouse in December, and I’m not too sure I want to yet. But here it is anyways. Also, it’s pretty sappy and\/or cheesy, and I am not sorry one bit.)<\/p>\n
it’s 11 p.m.,<\/p>\n
and i want to go to bed.<\/p>\n
but like in every other sappy love poem, i cannot.<\/p>\n
and it’s because of you, naturally –<\/p>\n
it’s because you are running through my mind<\/p>\n
like a marathon runner on the track.<\/p>\n
your voice, especially.<\/p>\n
how it cascades through my entire body<\/p>\n
as you talk about the simplest things.<\/p>\n
how i could sit next to you all day,<\/p>\n
listening to you talk about absolutely nothing<\/p>\n
and never want to leave.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
it’s 12 a.m.,<\/p>\n
and i’m still sitting here,<\/p>\n
still trying to close my eyes –<\/p>\n
the curtain that forever remains transfixed on your own orbs.<\/p>\n
that ocean-gray color that drives me beyond mad.<\/p>\n
when they look at me,<\/p>\n
i get this feeling of paralysis;<\/p>\n
i am afraid that if i move,<\/p>\n
they will, too,<\/p>\n
and they will never set upon mine again.<\/p>\n
because my eyes are green,<\/p>\n
and this shade of green<\/p>\n
and your shade of blue<\/p>\n
do not mix too prettily.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
it’s 1 a.m.,<\/p>\n
and i see your gorgeous smile now.<\/p>\n
and i know it isn’t there because of me,<\/p>\n
but i can dream, right?<\/p>\n
actually, no –<\/p>\n
i cannot.<\/p>\n
i cannot because you will not let me.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
it’s 2 a.m.,<\/p>\n
and i am replaying that song we both really like,<\/p>\n
learning every last word so that<\/p>\n
i have a reason to talk to you again today.<\/p>\n
isn’t that pathetic?<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
it’s 3 a.m.;<\/p>\n
i know all of the words to the song.<\/p>\n
can you tell that i have not slept –<\/p>\n
because of you?<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
it’s 4 a.m. now,<\/p>\n
and this is making my head hurt.<\/p>\n
see what you do to me?<\/p>\n
you crush every thought that is not about you<\/p>\n
into a place inside my mind –<\/p>\n
you cram it all together in one small room<\/p>\n
and make yourself grow,<\/p>\n
so that you take up every inch of space available to you<\/p>\n
and even that that is not yours to take.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
it’s 5 a.m.,<\/p>\n
and my eyelids feel a bit heavy,<\/p>\n
so\u00a0maybe\u00a0<\/em>i will get some sleep after all,<\/p>\n no thanks to you.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n it’s 6 a.m.,<\/p>\n and you never did stop screaming at me.<\/p>\n of course you were not actually screaming;<\/p>\n you were simply whispering in my ear,<\/p>\n repeating the statement of a reality i do not desire to face.<\/p>\n maybe i should sleep –<\/p>\n i have geometry soon.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n it’s 7 a.m.,<\/p>\n and i have not slept for even a second.<\/p>\n i have to go to class now,<\/p>\n but of course that will not stop you<\/p>\n from lingering in the back of my mind,<\/p>\n with your jaw-dropping eyes,<\/p>\n your beautiful smile<\/p>\n and that voice that makes me melt.<\/p>\n that voice that is also sending that message,<\/p>\n reminding me of facts i wish i could ignore.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" (This is a poem I’m debating to read at coffeehouse in December, and I’m not too sure I want to yet. But here it is anyways. Also, it’s pretty sappy and\/or cheesy, and I am not sorry one bit.) it’s 11 p.m., and i want to go to bed. but like in every other sappy … Continue reading “insomnia of you”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":20,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1833"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/20"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1833"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1833\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1842,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1833\/revisions\/1842"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1833"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1833"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1833"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}