It’s the half night
The half light
I’m wide awake
When I should be sound
She’s been texting
Her anxiety increasing
With my lack of response
But I was asleep to be fair
She wants me
She misses me
She wants me to fuck her
To do anything I want
She asks
Do I miss her?
Do I not love her?
Why don’t I love her?
All that angst and anxiety
While I was in the land of nod
Dreaming about nothing at all
And certainly not her
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