apathy.
its contagious and unfortunate.
causes one to count minutes
until sleep comes.
i can hear you breathing,
my personal bedtime story,
body wrapped up in warmth
and i still feel, it just doesn't register
anymore.
la la la
the room's quiet creaking becomes angelic
i wait for the light to come early
in the hour between darkness and daylight.
but as for now, your soft sleeping eyes
are all i want to watch.
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