In my room,
in my bed.
Under blankets,
resting my head.
In your hoodie,
I remember
you were wearing
when we first met.
I'm really tired,
I want you here
in my room,  
half asleep
and holding me
in your sweater
that you gave me.

I no longer listen to those songs I once loved,
because I don't want to turn into
what could've been for you and her.
I always thought we'd find our own songs either way.

I don't know what happened to me.
I used to write beautiful things,
but these days I seem to ramble on
until the notes match, only my song.

It makes me wonder why I'm still here
on this website to explain ever tear
to anyone who'll read.

I'm so thankful to have such an understanding and loving character by my side.
Even when the wrath of the tides within me show, he listens and answers with healing words.
He always brings a smile to my face.