slumber III.
this time 'round midnight, i flee. from you.
because you tend to capture me when you choose to.
selfish.
and let go when i refuse to - demanding.
you are a demander and i can't formulate my
being to fit around your grief because you need me.
being to fit around your grief because you need me.
and i need you.
i run and i run and i hide away from you to avoid
seeing you in dreams that collide with nightmares.
marred images of the framework our art created
in between sheets and pillows of dusty night skies.
in between sheets and pillows of dusty night skies.
slumber, 'til we meet again.
maybe it will be sweeter.
maybe.
