Written by Jane Emily Buchanan
February 13, 2013

I loathe you.
You trick me every night.
I lay restless, tossing and turning, heart pounding, mind racing.
Why do you hold me so tight, so close?
Why won’t you allow me to drift and dream?
I grow weak because of your possessive hold on me.
You keep me awake most nights.
My eyes are heavy but my mind is awake.
You haunt me.
The fine line between dream and reality grows unsteady.
Let me be. Let me dream. Let me sleep.


About JaneEmily

I’m Jane. I’m quirky, a little verbose at times and I always over think everything. Here is the place where I will let all that out. I love to laugh. It helps me forget about my problems. You should try it. I’m a true friend, a lover, a fighter, a poet, a sinner and a great shoulder to cry on. Love me, hate me, take me or leave me. I’m Jane, that’s me. My mom is my hero. She was the greatest woman who ever lived. I'm not sure we realized this until after she was gone. I miss her every moment of every day.

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