insomnia tastes like coffee and sorrow.

i have tasted

both

Love

and

Loneliness.

now,

i am learning

to spurn 

Love

and 

curl up 

with

Loneliness

to hold me

close.

i sink

back into 

Loneliness,

her arms wrap

frost over

my eyes

and hang icicles

from my heart.

i have learned 

to love the way

her eyes sparkle

in the dark.

i have learned 

to love the way

her cold breath

sends chills

down my spine.

and

i have learned

to love the way

she is never 

really there.

it's just me.

at 4am.

pretending

Loneliness 

and Love

are one

and the same.