#i can’t sleep

He throws the pillow at me to wake me up. It’s five in the morning.

I can’t sleep, he says nonchalantly as if that is enough of a reason to wake me up.

My eyes are trying to figure out

whether it’s my beloved that I see, or just a cruel shadow

of someone who used to be my beloved.

I can’t sleep, he repeats and I start to wonder –

Since when does this love grows a garden of poison ivy

in my heart.

Honey, I whisper, half awake, half trying to find who I am in the darkness of night

and of loveless desire,

Come here, come over here,

and let us start the battle all over again.

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