zehnaseeb

The alone of the night can maybe cup my in its palms..
Where I can feel belonged to even if it's just to the void...
Tonight I don't want to sleep...
Though I am sleepy, tired, drowsy and exhausted...
I've retired to bed with emptiness as my partner..
I want worries to elude me
And
My Vacant bed to share my tears
to feel the papier-mâché of emotions embroiled in me
Like the tender paper cup that holds the liquid that wakes emotions up in us...
Tonight I want to touch the emptying gut and tell myself that I'm all I need
While I secretly yearn for a shoulder to keep my second self on
To weep a few solemn silent tears
And sleep off
Tonight.....

Writhed

The alone of the night can maybe cup my in its palms..
Where I can feel belonged to even if it's just to the void...
Tonight I don't want to sleep... I can't read either
Though I am sleepy, tired, drowsy and exhausted...
I've retired to bed with emptiness as my partner..
I want worries to elude me
And
My Vacant bed to share my tears
to feel the papier-mâché of emotions embroiled in me
Like the tender paper cup that holds the liquid that wakes emotions up in us...
Tonight I want to touch the emptying gut and tell myself that I'm all I need
While I secretly yearn for a shoulder to keep my second self on
To weep a few solemn silent tears
And sleep off
Tonight...