I come awake at 2 am each day,
My body yearning for yours.
But am always alone. So alone.
I check my messages hoping you are awake.
I long to read that you're thinking of me too.
Whatsapp has become a painful poke,
That you were up and not thinking of me.
I wonder if you think of some other girl, like I do of you.

I try to get back to sleep,
But all I dream are pictures of you.
Taking me away from pain.
Loving me the way I want you to.
Even my dreams don't go right.
My sub conscious senses it isn't you.

I sink to the depths of sorrow.
I wallow in tears and self pity.
Is this love?
This pain when you hurt me,
that drives a knife through my chest?
This constant delusion that you didn't mean to.
The fixation on you alone.
Is it you or the idea of you that pleases me?
You break me into a million pieces,
And still I wait for you to fix me.