a muscle i need to stretch and burn

breathing so close, i peak through my sneaking sleeplessness to see if you are peaking back but the next thing anyone knows, i have overslept. i think it hurts your eyes to look because i have that one reason under all those fake smiles i love to hate and hate to love. you claim to care about this one most, but really, it's just the one thing that could never happen to you.i chatter my teeth into a yawn until i catch my breath again. i stare at my ceiling light long enough to focus on the dead insects that thought they found happiness.