Some nights the taste of love is sweet
and there is laughter in this room
where we tussle, play, fight,
and then talk until we sleep.
There is a general sense of peace and love
on some nights.
And then there are nights like tonight
where the dark feels black and cold
and I am full of rage
and our tussling takes on a pained flavor
and he falls asleep
and it is silent.
and there is grief in the air
And I do not want to be here anymore.
Tonight I feel alone as he sleeps besides me
and being lonely sucks. For everyone.
So off to bed. A thousand books
should clear my head.