Sleepless Nights and The Haunting Ghost

I find myself tossing and turning, it’s only 12 am.



Her face painted in my vision, as a beautiful muse. Her watermelon smile under the soft sunlight engraved in my mind. I toss and turn, as memories of us replay over and over again. I sit up, wanting to run to her and to to tell her that I Love Her.



The only thing stopping me is the distance. She’s so far from my grasp, yet oh so close. I yearn to see her, to hear her, or for her to just simply wave at me. This lonesome night tearing me away at the seams, im slowly becoming a haunted house. Longing for her presence, as I sit in my dark outlying room.



The temptation of wanting to sneak off into the night, and to see her gets stronger as I look at a photo of us. I set my phone down, and laid on my side. The faucet in my eyes producing salty tears, I wipe them away swiftly. My heart felt like 20lbs of chains wrapped around it, as my breathing got substantial. I drifted off into a haze, which turned into a heavy slumber, where I would dream about her being safe beside me.


(Ive posted this on my Hey Space, thought to share it here.)