i’ve been gripping at the night sky

(don’t end don’t end don’t end)

sharing my bed with non lovers
and loving them all
until they leave me in the morning

i’m sleeping away days
with bruised bones
and cracked, dry lips

with no dreams in my head
or stars in my eyes
just the night sky

I begged it to stay,
to stop me from trying again

(why do I keep trying)

but I guess none of this
really matters