i close my eyes but
these eyelids flutter too much
i’m tired love,
but i can’t sleep
sit up in my empty living
pitch dark and the cricket sings
i’m tired, love, so tired
but can’t sleep
where do i belong?
not in the parties with those strangers
nor in the laughter with these friends
neither at the dinner with this family
nor in the vaccum space in my head
give me a reason to stay
and not wander off
into some deserted space
with no life, just mine, no soul left to ruin
no tragic bond left to destroy
i really don’t want solitude
i really don’t want an escape
just want me, love, want me here
make me belong somewhere.
Poetry.inc 