Sleep
doesn’t come easy these days, ever since I stopped sleeping in your arms.
Counting
sheep never works for me;
I prefer to
count the amount of times you told me that you loved me
Or the
amount of times I have told myself that I am over you.
I like
coffee because it reminds me of you;
It makes my
heart pound like a jack hammer- just like you did whenever you walked into the
room
And the hot
liquid makes my insides feel warm and fuzzy, exactly the same sensation I used
to get when you kissed me.
But most of
all, it keeps me awake all night, like that night we fought sleep just to tell
each other our innermost secrets
And like all
of the nights my eyes refuse to close
Just in case
I miss you coming home.