For Bed 29/08/23

charlie stu
Aug 28, 2023
1 min read

Insomnia

I'll sleep on it,

ask tomorrow.

Me and I

I wish I could meet them,

my half-glimpsed twin.

The one who hides in mirrors,

who swaggers in my best shirt,

who likes a drink, not three,

I heard he laughs like he dances.

I spot him in your eye,

yet he never looks from mine.

Evening

I swim in vanilla air,

aflame in the comfort of candlelight,

no longer paled by day,

but rendered gold in my imperfections.

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