Nocturnal

I hate day time.
Why can't I be nocturnal?
I hate day light.

I want to sleep
when others are awake;
I want to be awake
when others sleep.

Why can't I be a bat?
Hiding in day light,
pretending not to be there.

Why can't I be an owl.
I'll awake at midnight,
hide till midnight,
come alive at midnight.
And at midnight
I'll be alone,
no one will see me,
bother me,
talk to me.

I'll be safe,
unbothered,
alone.

I love the night,
the dark,
the stars.
I come alive,
at night,
in the dark,
under the stars.

I'll be nocturnal.  I'll be a bat...an owl.
I'll be alive.

When I Wake

Waking up with tears in my eyes,
Dreams not so sweet,
Bed bugs bite,
Sheets got tangled,
And my head was matted with sweat.
Sleeping in disturbia,
Restless,
curled in a ball
in the fetal position,
I fought with my dreams.
Ran from my nightmares,
But couldn't escape.
They've captured me.
Tormented me.
There is no rest
here.
There is no sleeping
here.

I felt the pea
all night long.

The dark encompasses me
shrouding me in fear
and I am lost,
tired
and unable to sleep.

Yet,
I sleep...
If you can call it that?
This was no restfulness.

So when I wake,
when I open my eyes
to the rising of the sun,
I have tears in my eyes.
Unaware of their presence
and unsure how they got there,
the tears remain.
In my eyes,
when I wake.

Bitter Sweet

This tastes so bitter sweet
the path your feet
have taken to be free
have taken you away from me.

I want you to be
Happy.  Even if that is without me.
I wish nothing but the best
of my heart, you've taken the rest.

So go.
I love you more then you'll ever know.
But don't let this opportunity go to waste,
no matter how bitter sweet this tastes.