I am the epitome of wasted nights and empty dreams
The types you wake up from one day and wish that
You were anywhere else but by yourself on your bed
I keep drooling and rolling around my bed
My mind of pooling out of my brains
Leaking into materials that can’t speak back to me
I keep having so much trouble sleeping
Its like my thoughts are confined to the rectangle of my bed
The lines won't let me out and I can’t open my eyes
To the feelings I should feel
I am diluted
I can’t breathe when I speak to you
Yet I don’t think of you outside of when I see you
I know I love you only by how nervous I feel when
We look for each other in the crowded rooms and
I see you already staring
But even then
It’s like the feelings just a sprinkle on the cake
I should be eating the cake, gorging myself
On the sweetness on your lips and smothering myself
In your touch, with those hands I love so much
But I can only seem to allow myself the ******* sprinkle.
I woke up and I couldn't feel
Instead of wanting to rush and jump naked into the ocean
I could barely make it to the sand grains that start a mile
Away from the beach