#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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