Three o'clock a.m.
The red light light shines.
I admire the curve of your back
The breadth of your shoulders
In the shadows of the night.
Your soft snores are like a lullaby
Yet I cannot sleep.
In moments without you
I am brought back to the reality
That you do not love me.
You love my body,
That I know.
But what about my mind,
My soul?
My desperate longing for your affection
Keeps me coming back for more;
Just to indulge myself in those small moments
That intoxicate me
And distract me from the truth.
For how long will my heart ache
As I keep making the same mistake
Of pretending you love me too?
Some Thoughts 