"Less Rest"

"Less Rest" 

The fact that you're in my life
is proof that contradiction exists
formed to fit firmly
as one of my favorite occurrences.

Purpose belongs to those
looking to make sense of it all.
I'd honestly much rather fall
for the sake of the splash.
I'm attracted to the crash.
The blast
ringing loud in my ears.
Thirsty for the tears
that accompany my fears.
For years,
they've become sort of an...
.... accommodation.
Seldom perceived misread elation
for one deprived of sleep.

The sensation of the memory alone
is always felt when I'm alone
when what was left of you is gone
and I'm just left here on my own.
Old texts still in my phone
I'm prone to peruse
and ponder
and use
to some fleeting extent of satisfaction.
A distraction really
and a fact that silly
is an act that gives me
perhaps
a slim chance at a nap
briefly at least
before I'm once again creased
between my lack of sleep
and the piece of me
that still misses you.

See,
the issue with that piece
I'm sure
is that with each crease,
thoughts so impure
spread out thin over any perceived cure
and I find myself succumbing
to such a sickness as sweet as this.
Bad for
but good to.
Want more
but need to pull away.
Lost days licking fingertips
for a trace of your taste.
Wasted hours in the shower
as if I could ever hope to replace
that cool chill
or warm embrace.
Forgot that minutes have limits
that can't replenish first impression
and my favorite contradiction
without discretion
will always teach me a lesson
but I'd much rather count these seconds

because I won't let you
let me sleep.

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz