the hardest part
about missing you
is knowing
I shouldn't.

yet here I am,
up all night
aching and thinking of you
and you're sound asleep.

your dreams aren't filled
with the faces of a lover
who made promises
that were not kept.
(but mine were.)

you don't wake in the morning
wanting to return to your dreams
just to see my face
or hear my voice.
(but I do.)

you don't go about your day
wondering where I am
or what I'm up to
or if I'm thinking of you.
(but I always am.)

and at night
when you lay down to sleep
you don't wish
you were lying right next to me.
(nighttime is the loneliest, you know.)

but I think the hardest part
about missing you
is not dreaming of you,
or thinking of you,
or wishing you were here.

the hardest part
is knowing you made your choices
and I wasn't one of them.

You

                                                                             are


                                                      here,                            while

I

am here

my head is s c a t t e r e d

                                            and s  p  i  n  i  n  g


I. Don't. Know.

                                                                               What to expect.....

Tell me.

                            P.L.E.A.S.E.


it's driving me crazy

                                                                                           i

                didn't                                        want                                          to

                        ruin                                                                        whatever

                                                 it                                      is

we had


I'll be here          
                                                                                         waiting

                                 when you're ready

You taunt me
While I am awake.
You haunt me
While I dream.
How could you've
Been this mean?
My peace was never
For you to take.