Morpheus (II)

Okay, I haven’t slept in four years.

Is that what you want to hear?
That I float around in mid-mornings
trying to name the skyline?
That I dunk my hair in every river?
That there’s a reason
I’m certain
you’ll never love me?

People don’t take cruises down the Styx.
Darling. Be honest.

I—
I’m always swallowing too hard.
I’m always treating my throat like it’s polluted.
When you sleep with your head on my shoulder—
I promise I never caused that.

Okay, I haven’t slept in four years.
Okay, I love you.
Okay, I’ve left every house I’ve lived in.
Okay, I love you, I’m tired of how things have been.

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