I miss you in the middle of the night when you're out of reach. When sleep has you so deep I can't dig you out without falling in, deeper.
Honey, sometimes I wonder if you're the Grim Reaper.
I feel you killing me, with that smile and those words that **** the girl I was, and make me into something I do not recognize.
It's not necessarily a bad thing.
It's just consuming my thoughts on a daily basis. Is this what you wanted? Am I who you wanted? Or is this the next best thing?
Do you want me or do you want what you hope I'll  become, or do you think I'll  become anything at all?
Sweetheart my love for you grows stronger each day that passes. My love is a muscle I've exercised too much. It's gotten stronger, I've gotten stronger, but the exercise makes me weak in the moment and honey I just want some rest.
Can I get any rest? When my love for you is insomnia high on caffeine?
When my love for you is the cast, the crutch and the accident?
You are the everything to my nothing, and all I wonder is how long this feeling will last? How long, till our bubble becomes brick walls and concrete, till we have to open our eyes and meet reality?