Another lonely night,
Another half empty bed.
I long for his touch
that sent chills
Down my spine,
And the butterflies
Wild inside me.
A school girl smile
Wide across my face.
I can't help to think
That he feels it too.

But hope
Always kills
In the end.

It kills me
To see what he had
With her.

Can I ever have that?

The sparkle in his eye,
That outrageous smile.

I want him to have that again.

I want to have that too.

I want us to have that together.

But I always want what I can't have.

Voices
Fight inside me.
Who am I?
Where am I going?
Why can't I be all of me at once?
What am I?
Musical.
Artsy.
Moping.
Peppy.
Leader.
Happy.
For now,
I am,
And will be,
Me.

In the bottom of my coffee cup,
It holds no coffee,
No tea.
No, not for me.
It holds something more,
A memory.
A smile shared,
A tear cried,
A hug felt
For all time.
In the bottom of my coffee cup,
There is no you,
No me.
Only us.
What is,
Was,
And is to be.