It's two o'clock in the morning and the thought of you keeps me awake.
My eyes burn to be closed but my mind reels off down every dead-end, one-way street.
And I'm overthinking - mind overflowing with punctuation analyses and 'what if's - with a stomach and chest that ache from the weight of feeling so much and having nowhere to put it.
I wish I could shut down - close my eyes, regulate my breathing and drift off to escape the way my heart is pounding behind its cage while you sleep peacefully.