My eyelids are heavy,
and all I can think about right now
is about
you.
Your perfect hair,
your words that stab me like
a
million
knives.
And I'd rather stay awake
writing about you.
About your eyebrows and your small eyes.
Because I can control my words
but not my thoughts, nor my dreams.
You are
my
dream
(s).
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