Does that matter to you?

What is it that you see,

staring at the ceiling like you are

And why do you ignore the sound of

me breathing

Because I am here beside you

I am alive

Does that matter to you?

My eyelashes brush your cheek;

blinks of sorrow caught

between the space of what I wish for

and what you feel

Soon you will fall asleep

(you lied about insomnia)

and I will stay awake mapping

the veins in your arms by

2am streetlight

And weeping silently in a

language foreign to you that

I love what will

never want to touch me