So sick of going insane, in this humid bed in this dark room,
All my mind does is turn everything back around onto the subject of you.
All my memories with you in them play through my head like show, crazy thing is when I see you tomorrow, you'll never know.
I can't sleep because I so desperately wish you were here, to hold my hand & talk to me until I fall asleep, letting me know that life can be safe. Just like you did that one night.
My heart craves for you like a growling stomach does for food.
But the part that's really killing me, is that you told me yourself, our love can never be, you love men.
It hurts so bad, this is tourture!
So every night I lay here, suffering in this hot, stuffy bed, remembering all the good times that we had, that I know will be no more, because my confession of love has made our friendship awkward.
Please I beg of you take our friendship off hold.