In The Warmth

I've been crying
For at least five minutes
I didn't even notice crying
I only felt the warmth
On the Side of my face
A pool of tears on my pillow

Warmth

I imagine crying so much
My pillow is soaked in the warmth
The warmth I so desire
The warmth I would fight to have
Would bleed to have

I think of soaking
My whole bed in tears
Maybe then
It wouldn't feel so cold
To think of when I was little
And would crawl into bed with my parents
After a bad dream
And it seems like lately
All I've been having are bad dreams

I catch myself
Staying in bed more
Maybe to get a good dream
But I can't bear to sleep
Knowing what dreams
Lie in wait
I'm starting to lose hope
I'll have a good dream
Anytime soon
But I still sleep
Maybe as punishment