heartburn

awake with no idea
fire crawling up my throat
something i ate
something i digested
it doesnt all have to be food
thoughts and dreams
pickles and ice cream
it doesn't have to make sense
it never does
bred to stay alive at 4
22 overhauling to 23
listlessness epidemic of the ages
with so much to say and apoligies to no one
i have done what i can
and can can no longer
tear me away to sleep
so i can dream of memories past
remembering the times
the past holds no worries
for what can't be undone
is because it has already been done
to dream of you
i lie awake
let's share a bed
somewhere else