I don't feel anything.

And this is freaking me out.

My eyes don't get red anymore,

My heart isn't jumping either.

My head is cold as the coming winter.

Sorrow completely ruins my beauty sleep.

You drain so much energy from me.
You expect greatful joy of me every morning,
when you left me in tears the night before.
Nights of cold sheets and blank dreams,
need mornings of hot showers to wash it away for the arising day.

Twisted from right to left,
I feel desoriented.
I wish for mornings of goosebumps and goodbye
with nights of smiling eyes and happy thoughts.

just goosebumps and a lovely smile.