Her name is Insomnia.

The time is now 4:30AM .
Dear Insomnia,
You're a bigger bitch than i am-
Fuck you but thank you.
You put me thru hell.
But i must say, these are the most
(silently) productive hours of my days.
I do nothin but think, think, think-
Stuff my knowledge with
thoughts, desires, ideas, fears,
Dreams, doubts, names, songs.
The whole package ,
It's been a while since i last withdrew
anything with a pen but no poetry for
you just yet. a LOT has happened
in these past weeks tho dont mind if i share-
We graduated.
We laughed & cried.
Summer began.
We partied from sun up to sun down & sun up again.
Angry mothers mobbed my night.
Im single, boys are pilin up.
Im colder by the day, cutthroat should i mention.
Briana turned 18.
We signed up for COLLEGE- lbcc.
We stayed up starin at our ceilings painted with
our dreams- signed, Sugar&Spice.
A N D ...
The best of the best died- M.Jackson & believe me
when i say a part of my childhood dies with
him. Truly unparalleled now&forever.
You are STILL my idol.

Is this long or what?
Dont blame me. Blame Insomnia,
The bitch that wont fuck off.

Now i say farewell, the sun is soon
to rise & the vampires must hide.

- Spice