sleep eludes me
the nicotine isn't helping either
I could sit and write you a letter
explain what life has been like for me
but why?
you won't read it
god forbid that you see me for who I am
reality bites, or so they say
it's another caffeine-high midnight
the words swirl around in the espresso
like the foam that settles on top
if I stir the cup, the words break apart
that halo of smoke that surrounds my head
only clouds my view for a brief moment
then dissipates again
sweet clarity
reality bites, or so they say
it's another caffeine-high midnight
I am left to think
to ponder
and ask why?
better yet, why not?
who were you to judge me?
who was I to listen?
it's another caffeine-high midnight
and reality bites
