insomnia

Forgotten

The worst part was realizing how easily I could be forgotten

Your laundry was more important

Perhaps, I slyly ponder a lie to myself,

It’s for the best

I didn’t want you to see my madness

Anyway

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Ash

He wished for sleep,

the sweetest of dreams

to devour the saddest of days

I brushed his eyelids closed

and sprinkled the ashes of my heart

over his eyes.

Sleep snuck in

curling the corners of his mouth

and laid beside him the whole night long.