i'm back

sleep.
my enemy.
but only on nights like this
a necessary evil
always alluding me- just beyond my grasp
so cold & empty
like a piece is missing
a very critical part of the equation
my favorite part
the only way I will truely be warm
truely allow myself to slip
deep into the dark grasp of my nemesis
only that grasp would be more of a hug
if only
if only
I was falling asleep where I was meant to be
wrapped in your arms.