dear [      ]:
i have been losing sleep 
wanting to be someone 
who is worth the risk. 
so sweet, not always so
delicate like blue paper 
not so unclear.
i have been distracted.
my fists ache without
thought my knees are
unsure of their place in
your space and i am
trying to open.
i have been losing sleep
it burrows into the abyss 
of the morning hours
between four and thirty
and wondering about you
feeling my heart beat.
i have been losing [    ].
love, JANEisnotplain 6.12
