Jul 04
Sleep
I can’t sleep anymore. My mind has become so enveloped in what you’re doing and if you’re ok. This is in turn has made me not ok. I don’t want to think about you anymore. I want to sleep. With you next to me. Is that so bad? Truth: yes, it is. Because you’re his. When I heard you tell the nurse you were staying with me, all of my pain went away. And that’s pretty sad. I think you might be taking advantage of me and while I thought I was ok with this at first, I don’t think I am anymore. But I’m sure I’ll give in to you. Over and over and over again. Until I have nothing left. I ask that you at least leave me with some dignity. But even that I know may be asking too much.
