Hear Me

Stephen asks me why I'm up so late.

Because of you and a horrible mistake.

I tell him it's Friday.

Everyone stays up late on Fridays.

He reminds me how I've always liked my sleep.

But now, I rarely get sleep.

I tell him things change.

For better or for worse.

He keeps looking down at my legs.

Which I'm constantly drumming my fingers against

He asks me if I play any instruments.

If I had more self control, I wouldn't have rolled my eyes.

Stay out of my life.