I revised my previously posted poem. I don't have a title as of yet.

I cannot: Break
your fall
into her;
Be with you
when old nightmares melt
to your waking dreams--all lies;
Claim to hold some truth
nestled between the I and You.

Now you walk alongside
our fallow fields,
where I and You have drifted
leaving that truth to fight
through the thatch
whose hold
I cannot break.

Finished all the stupid homework, got 3 hours of sleep, and didn't even get to really do the presentation I spent so long working on. Bull. Shit. 

Bedtime.