it's 2:35
and all i can see
is you.

your face,
your laugh,
your smile.

it's 2:36
are you thinking of me?
are you lying awake
staring at your ceiling
in the dark
thinking of me?

or is it him?
he who i always
always
seem to compete with?

because even though i try,
i try
just so *******
hard
to make you see;
you are blinded.

blinded by his light
and his
overwhelming desire
for you.

it's 2:41
are you thinking of me?