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.