Untied, undone, I can't sleep. I sleep too much, dreams being what they are: an enticement, a temporary curl - warm like a cat stretched out in the sun - into fantasy.
The fantasy of you, of me, of us - there never was an us, of course, but I like to dream once in a while - it's easier with eyes closed.
It's easier to imagine your eyes closed, the gentle sweep of lashes against your cheeks, when I'm asleep.
Awake, things seem so untied, undone - too hurried, too fast, too important - that my thoughts of you end up tangling in the pit of my stomach like a weight - something heavy and not altogether unpleasant - that I can't rid myself of.
Even when I sleep, I see you. Sometimes I wish you'd just get out - of my head, of my heart - and leave me alone, for just a minute - just an hour, maybe two, to be free - so I can just think.
Think... and realize - as untied, as undone as I am - you don't even know I exist.
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timeasmymeasure
untied, undone. (mine)
Date: 2007-09-28 04:08 am (UTC)I can't sleep.
I sleep too much, dreams being what they are:
an enticement, a temporary curl -
warm like a cat stretched out in the sun
- into fantasy.
The fantasy of you,
of me, of us -
there never was an us, of course,
but I like to dream once in a while
- it's easier with eyes closed.
It's easier to imagine your eyes closed,
the gentle sweep of lashes against your cheeks,
when I'm asleep.
Awake, things seem so
untied, undone -
too hurried, too fast, too important
- that my thoughts of you end up tangling
in the pit of my stomach
like a weight -
something heavy and not altogether unpleasant
- that I can't rid myself of.
Even when I sleep, I see you.
Sometimes I wish you'd just get out -
of my head, of my heart
- and leave me alone, for just a minute -
just an hour, maybe two, to be free
- so I can just think.
Think...
and realize -
as untied, as undone as I am
- you don't even know I exist.