Midnight

Pain
It is something I have come to know
like an old friend, ready to stab me in the back
Pessimism
Pain and Pessimism
People say love is simple
but I know from experience
Love can be very complicated
A wise old man once said,
"It's hard to love someone who hates himself or herself."
Love
It brings me great joy
and sorrow I've never experienced
Before
Every move I make with my mouth
Sears with pain of winter chapped lips
Even a smile
My head aches from the
sound, light, confusion
I am exhausted
more tired than ever
but as rain that is not rain
slides down the cold, freckled window
the darkness of
Midnight
is still not enough to coax me to sleep
The only thing that could make me better
is your voice
whispering,
"Relax"
"I love you"
It's so very late
I'm so very tired
Sleep is such a long way off
Your voice is so far away
at Midnight.