I couldn't sleep.
Every time I tossed
I flipped over and hit a new sore spot.
But that isn't the main problem.
With every movement I thought of you.
I woke up early from this feverish sleep
and everything about you that I can't decide whether to love or let be.
I laid there,
just staring at the stars on my ceiling,
signifying the arrival of Dawn.
But I still haven't left this Night.