These sleepless nights signal

[shouldberinging]

I have listened to your words so many times
That I fear I may have etched them on my heart

I do not sleep at night

Instead I wait to conjure thoughts ephemeral
About who you are; the countless vaults to
Your kind that I may not know

I have near enough painted you a deity

Apollo in his youth and I the fallen Hyacinth:
I dream with eyes open
Of the man you are not, paint
the firmament with wishes not polite in intention

A branch snaps within me severing all ties with sense.
I convince myself it is you I love best.
I convince myself that no ends conquer means
But I know myself too well to know that

These sleepless nights signal