Your room is not my room
(i really don't even know where mine is)
Yet,
i've been waiting,
working,
thinking,
walking,
hoping,
working,
waiting
for­ the moment when i'm here with you.
Now that i'm actually here
i can't let go of the fact that  i have to leave tomorrow,
and because of how much i've been waiting
working,
thinking,
walking,
hoping,
waiting
for this momen, i'm too tired to give you a proper last night
and ******* 'til that bus arrives
to take me back to my waiting,
working...

****, i'm too tired to give a **** about poetry.
Instead, i think i'll **** the light
and hope that one of these weekends won't end.