I'm not yet awake,
Not fully anyway,
And the thoughts prancing through my
Sleep deprived mind
Are only of you.
So maybe I'm not as over you
As I tried to force myself to believe,
Or maybe I was,
Until I remembered what it was like
Kissing you,
Or how much I enjoyed
Talking to you.
I seemed to have forgotten
How alike we are,
And now I just want to see you.
But I understand, that's not going to happen.
Maybe it's only my sleep deprivation,
Or maybe I just knew it all along,
But I miss you.