Where sleeplessness is rest from nightmares.

It's late and my mind needs a break. Sleep keeps shying away from me. I'm too fixated on one thing. I'll lay here and think how much I hate you. Or how much I long for you to fill this vacant space beside me. The sheets are too cold on that side of the bed. And the one's under me are too warm. I'm pushing every word you say under the matress. Smashed agains broken hearts and makeup stained pillow cases. This is me hating the way I love you.