laca / dormema

there’s a bear on my chest
growling at me at all hours of the day
maybe it wants to run free
maybe it needs sleep

there are two kinds of tired
sleepy, like the soft evening sunset
awaiting a refreshing slumber
maybe spent cuddled up with a friend
maybe alone

tired, like an unelegant thunderstorm
with none of the grace as it streaks across the sky
and all of the terrifying blinding strikes
a time bomb in the sky
please don’t touch me, I just might explode
and shatter into a million pieces

sometimes I’d like to be sleepy
for it’s got all of the romantization
two lovers waiting out the deadly three am
but instead I’m a tired piece of sandpaper
abrasive as hell
and irritating to brush against

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