Sleepless nights

Breathe in, breathe in, got to breathe in slowly.

Tonight was the first night I could sleep and not have to think of you.

But I can still remember how it feels to feel like dying.

 

Tonight the sirens serve as the breaking point. 

As the ambulance speeds down highways

I’m told by a man inside to relax,

And that I’ve had too much to drink.

But I know I haven’t passed that point yet because I can still remember.

I can still remember it all.

 

Sleepless nights are turning into sleepless fights.

I’m fighting a war with myself I know I could never win.

These violins, they play as the heartbreak in disguise.

 

I need to break away from all of this.

 

We’ve been bombing harsh words across crowded rooms,

Avoiding confrontation so we don’t have to feel past emotions.

And yet I wonder will this war between you and me ever end?

 

When will it ever end?

Reviews

[ambur]

Not bad. Rhythm could have been better. It was a little cliche, but it was good, and well written.

[Gravedigger]

I know exactly what you mean about fighting the war of love within yourself, and yes it is nearly impossible to win. I loved the descriptions and the flow/rhythm.

*Nod of approval*