Sometimes, late at night, I can’t help but think of you

When its dark, and the static in my vision

Twists

And turns,

Rearranges itself

Until it becomes you

Your face

Your lips

Your kiss

And the ringing in my ears

Shifts

And the melody slows

Until it is a collection of every song that reminded me of you

Reminds me of loving you

Stuck

By Qori

Stuck

In my head

The static vision of you keeps drawing closer

Even as I scream

And hit

And shove it away,

And the melodies are getting louder,

Stuck

By Qori

Stuck

In my head

Stuck

under my sheets

As they press against my skin

Forming hands

And fingers

Your hands

And fingers

That wrap around my body and refuse to let go,

Your cold skin pressed against mine,

Draining the warmth,

Hands up my shirt,

Lips against my neck.

I try to scream

For help

For warmth

For anything

Only to find the static-you has held a pillow

To my face

And I learn that I cannot breathe

I cannot scream

I cannot hit

Or kick

Or shove you away

All I can do

As you hold a pillow to my face

And a hand to my chest

And whisper kind words in my ear…

Is lie

And tell you

I want you here.