because the worst part of insomnia is
being awake and thinking of all
the things i should’ve said or done.
The worst part now is that
instead of staring a your sleeping face next to me
I’m watching the ceiling fan go in circles
i miss my old insomnia
the one where i couldn’t sleep because of the thoughts and wishes for us
now i think of what is wrong with me
i think of how i could’ve made you stay
i wish i could sleep until everything felt better
just until the jack kicks in.