Can you tell I haven’t had a dreamless night in over a month?
It’s in my chipped nail polish and my clouded words.
You probably didn’t notice.
You don’t look closely anymore.
If I want you to see I have to show you.
Nights last for years.
My bed’s never made.
These aren’t happy dreams of mine.
I’m just guessing these days,
but I think I’m falling apart.