Sleepless.

​Insomnia is an abusive lover, a clingy sort.

It hoards me.

wanting me at any hour

undressing thoughts I wish to keep hidden.

Tasting each corner and curve of my mind

it possess for its pleasure 

while I’m left here..

staring through the ceiling

begging it to end  

I’ve endured you long enough 

your love isn’t welcomed, 

anymore.

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