I go to sleep broken
And I wake up in pieces
Each part of me left in a dream

Dreams

Where I believe is my illusion of happiness
Some parts of me are gone
The parts of me that were smart enough to stay in my dreams

Others you took with you
I am shattered, I am not myself

Sometimes...

            I'm just tired of feeling.

I  wish I wasn't so nice
I was so busy making sure everyone else was okay

I forgot my own existence

i wrote a poem for you again
but i know you'll never read it
compared you through metaphors
stanzas in lines of fours

i threw the paper in the trash
it'll barely even reach your grasp
a rhythmic, poetic failure
things i assume to be a disaster

never was i the cleverest writer
only to write when inspired
the image of you in my head
when i'd rather have you next to me instead

thoughts i have and thoughts i write
awake in the middle of the night
honey it's 12 o' clock am
and i wrote a poem for you once again