I’m imagining
Myself in love once again.
Wouldn’t that be great?
.
Sleep has become scarce
I savor when I have it
And dread when I don’t
.
I know my body
Throws protests against my mind
When I think this way
.
Would lying in bed
Be nicer if you were here
Tightly in my arms?
.
I doubt he loves me
But what if he really does?
What will my heart do?
.
Constantly seeing
Your image everywhere,
Does that count as love?
.
I would let my bed
Absorb my body fully
In exchange for rest.
.
“Drink water, it’s good”
But now I feel terrible
My body rejects it.
.
Sleep, love, and water
My mind has them on repeat
Hindering my rest.