12:39

Its 12:39
Why are you up? 
What’s going through your mind that’s got you feeling fucked.
That’s got your mind running like its on drugs,
And your heart splitting at the very mention of love?
I feel sorry that you're losing sleep over shit
your 12:39 should not be consumed by him.
Nocturnal feelings are amplified by the yearnings of your mind.
Everything gets hard at 12:39
Everything is clear but hazy at the same time and you're never left with feelings,
They all consume you. 
Like still water, your consciousness wades through. 
12:39 it becomes more real. And knowing the difference has lost its appeal. 
12:40 I'll try something new.
Roll over, count sheep, stretch, breath deep. 
Inhale the thoughts of an insomniacs sleep.