Sleepless
What would it be like if we actually slept together?
Would we be warm and wrapped around each other?
Or would we lay on our sides,
using our hands to prop our heads up, which slowly slip as we fall asleep.
Do you have a hairy chest and a happy trail?
Are your pajamas just a pair of boxers or briefs?
Or maybe nothing at all?
I’ve never slept with anyone like you before.
I’ve never slept with anyone like me before.
Do you dream?
I do.
Though, I must tell you now,
I sometimes can’t tell the difference between my dreams and reality.
I’ll wake up thinking we're in a fight
even though we fucked last night.
I hope that doesn’t scare you, even though it terrifies me.
I wake up screaming and I don’t know why.
I take a lot of drugs,
but I still toss and turn.
Are you still with me?
I think I might be stumbling through my house in a foggy haze,
then crawling back to my bed, grasping for walls along the way.
I wonder if I’m supposed to sleep alone forever,
though I think of you in my bed.
Don’t judge me if I’m a dick in the morning, I probably didn’t sleep.
And that’s, in part, because you were laying next to me.
It’s not your fault, it’s mine.
Just don’t judge me because I’ve never done anything like this before.
And I’m sorry that I have to practice with you.