Insomnimaniac

Insomnimaniac Jul 2013

I hope someday
When I ask that someone
"Why do you love me?"
They'll respond with:
"It's the light in your eyes when you write" or
"Because of the way you walk to the bathroom when you have to *** at 2am" or even
"Because you make me a better version of myself"

Because right now
When I ask you
You obviously have any idea why

And I guess that's fine
But I wish you could tell me
What makes you keep
Coming back.

Because I think
Someday
You'll wake up
And realize that there's no reason
For you to love me anymore
And then you'll be gone

And I'll be left with
An unreasonable sense
That I'm unloveable

Insomnimaniac Jul 2013

My Side; Your Side

You sleep over a lot
But I forgot a long time ago
What it feels like
To fall asleep
In your arms

Insomnimaniac Jul 2013

Gone Without Goodbye

I lean over and breath to you:
"Goodnight. I love you"
And you respond with nothing more
Than a sign.
Because you fell asleep
Like you always do
Without saying goodnight first

Insomnimaniac Jul 2013

At Least I Tell The Truth

I know what you're telling her
And it's ironic, isn't it?
I mean, I can see the humor.

But it's fine with me
If you keep telling lies
To save yourself some pain.

But you and I both know
The truth of the matter,
Don't we?

And I'd never wish you pain,
But I hope that you're not convincing yourself
That I care anymore.

Insomnimaniac Jul 2013

Heartbreak vs. Sickness

Getting over heartbreak is like getting over sickness. Each day you feel better and better, and each day you can stomach a little bit more. Until one day you can walk around and shower and go outside and laugh without sneezing. And then, not too long after that, you won't even remember what being sick felt like. The bedridden, hazy thoughts that occupied your mind will be just a dream. And the sad, helpless feelings of heartbreak will go into oblivion in the same easy breath of freedom.

Not my usual poetic format, but I just wanted to share

Insomnimaniac Jul 2013

Disbelief (10w)

You whispered
"I love you"
And I whispered
"Don't lie"

Insomnimaniac Jul 2013

Secret Love; Spoken Affections

Oh him?
                                                           Oh you?
What can I say about him?
                                                           What can I say about you?
He's nothing to me really.
                                                           You're my everything really.
It was just a crush.
                                                           What I feel for you, I've never felt.
It was over before it started.
                                                            I hope this is just getting started.
No, I left him.
                                                            Please never leave me.
Of course we don't talk anymore.
                                                            Talking to you is my favorite part of the day.
He was ugly.
                                                            You're so gorgeous.
He was mean.
                                                            You're so sweet.
He was conceited.
                                                            No please believe me, you're wonderful.
And most importantly,
                                                            And most importantly,
I never loved him.
                                                            I love you.