I haven’t slept in weeks

 theres nothing quite like staying up

in the depths of the nights 

to reveal myself to you

only now, you won’t see me 

and when the last piece of cloth that adorns my body falls upon the tiles,

yours won’t be the hands that sculpt me,

that care for me and love me. 

if you’d loved me, you would find yourself beside me now

instead i must conform myself with reality 

and with the notion that you will never be here again in that way

that you will never be mine.