My bones ache at 3am.
I glance at my phone,
Silently waiting for
The screen to illuminate.
I miss you,
But you'll never know.
I am at battle with myself.
Should I tell you or not?
You see,
To you, I'm just another
Friend.
But I say more.
Any sign from you
And I will crawl back
Into your gaze.
God, how I miss you.
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 6:30 PM UTC
My bones ache at 3am.
I glance at my phone,
Silently waiting for
The screen to illuminate.
I miss you,
But you'll never know.
I am at battle with myself.
Should I tell you or not?
You see,
To you, I'm just another
Friend.
But I say more.
Any sign from you
And I will crawl back
Into your gaze.
God, how I miss you.
