Humming

I wish for a dreamless sleep,

I beg for a drugless lullaby.

Each time the covers bleed,

You don’t stay to apologize.

The window cries in chrome

And my pillows collect dust.

They say you can’t build a home

With pure anger and lust.

But I beg to differ, dear,

My heart sparks neon for you,

It trembles when you’re near,

When you make me into a fool.

So the sleep never comes,

The mind hums like a buzzed dame.

Still – out of all the loves,

I’d choose yours all the same.