Year one - in love with the thought of you Year two - in love with the thought of you Year three - in love with the thought of you Year four - realizing my worth and getting the hell out of my head It’s been a leap year It’s been high school Four years have passed us by Or should I say, have passed me by? A jump from beginning to end Our connection is so severed I’m drowned out By stormy seas Where I feel fossilized, completely and utterly oblivious to the progression of time. Why did it take me so long to get over you? Was I too scared to be alone? Was I always alone? Why can’t I talk to you the way I used to? What excites you about him? I have millions of burning questions That light fires of why inside my head Why me? Why him? Why not us? Four years have passed me by Now it’s all up to what’s next What I make of The next four years Without you In it.
As I lay in my bed in this dark room, the silence is wide awake , my mind too. My thoughts immediatly go to you, every moment of the day until my eyes grow so heavy and my body is at full peace. But still you are there in the back of my mind.
You are just like a piece from heaven, so beautiful and unreal, but your kisses taste like desire and trust.
Hypnophobia A fear of sleep A fear of dreaming Much too deep Hypnophobia Close each eye Lie in darkness It hears your cry Hypnophobia Fall asleep Hypnophobia Dream so deep Hypnophobia Close those eyes Hypnophobia Will you arise?
It's not about being wide awake thus getting no sleep. It's about being so tired, that your body shuts down but your thoughts don't It doesn't feel like you just drank a cup of coffee and you can't keep your eyes closed It feels like you haven't had your cup yet. J.M
clock in somewhere between midnight and eery silece peeling my eyes wide, can not close (they can't) have to keep busy busy, busy, busy my mind is always busy like it's a job no time for breaks no happy thoughts the one laying next to me is rich in slumber resting from his day of work I am wide awake, my mind working quickly, my eyes watering just on que it's all part of the routine I have to never forget you it's okay, my dear dreamer sleep well, I will take the night shift.
Every night I lay awake scared of one thing and one thing only, Loosing you. We may not be together. But im scared of never seeing you again. Never talking to you. I don't ever wanna loose you more than I already have.
It's 3 am. Again. I'm wide awake. There's no reason for you to haunt me And yet, the permanent ache residing in my chest is starting to feel normal. I've begun to forget the life I had before this. I'm hollowed out, my insides scraped away by everything and nothing at all. At night, I reminisce half-fantasying a life we never lived. And dully, I remember all the places our bodies met but never touched. My thoughts run away from me again. I think of you. I think of me. I think of us. No. There was never an us. Not really. There was always a space in between, So we'd never had to feel. And still, your departure has left me with a wound too deep to ever heal.