Sleep

Sleep! How can I sleep when we are so estranged, so distant, so lost. How can I sleep when your thoughts linger in my dream, thoughts of you crying. How can I sleep when I feel anger yet a longing to have you in my arms. But I think this anger is an opium, one stronger than the longing, one stronger than lust, than love. It is so because it hurts me to be angry, to be unable to contain it yet to think it might burn you which is why I swallow it. You don't understand it, but it tires me to know that you do not understand it, that you will never understand it because you don't want to. How can you be so indifferent when I suffer so immensely. How can you preserve yourself when I destroy myself. How can you defend yourself and attack me when I ruin myself for the both of us.