There are nights
When all I want
Is what I most desire.

Is it okay to spend
Countless evenings
Thinking
Wishing
Planning
Needing
To make people
Feel
Something?

But most of all
I now realize
The world could do
Without my hopeless
Romanticism
Inspiration
Words
Meaningless nothing's.

Is it okay
That I now realize
All this
Has been
In vain?

All I want is
To make myself feel
So much.

I just need to fill this space.

-a.b.