you radiated more than
the sun, and shone
brighter than the moon
on a cloudless night, and
for some
reason you decided
that i was
worth your time.

i spent nights wondering
why you even
gave me the time
of day and
i still don't know
the answer
to that, but
i'm happy that
you did because you
are possibly the
best thing to
ever happen to me.

I am in love with you in the way that
you are my insomnia at 4 in the morning,
the one keeping me awake because my
body doesn't remember how to fall asleep without
yours quietly curled around it,
and my brain doesn't understand
why I irrevocably hate you,
or how I can hate and love one person
so much it makes my stomach hurt,
every moment I'm not with you I think
that the distance might **** me
because the sleepless nights and empty beds
breeding incomprehensible hatred
are just because I am
so
*******
in love with you.

I should really stop
Writing poetry at 1:43
and fantasizing about pouring alcohol in my coffee
And fantasizing about making love to you
and fantasizing.

I should really stop
Spending too long online
and going to sleep 2 hours before my family wakes
and going to sleep (just to wake up a few hours later)
and not sleeping

I should really stop
reading Cummings late
and pouring over Byron late
and pouring over Burns late
and late night poetry readings

I should really stop
listening to death cab sleepy
and listening to brand new sleepy
and listening to la dispute sleepy
And listening to perfect lyrics sleepy

I should really stop
dreaming about love
and dreaming about those who don't love me
And dreaming about those who might love me
And dreaming about you loving me

I should really stop
but I cant seem to stop
any of it

I check for hours to see if you responded.

My life is a beautiful mixture of long walks, late nights, incredible people, loud music, and strawberry pop-tarts.
I guess that just goes to show, that waking up from a good dream.
Isn't always a bad thing.