poem!
sleepless nights have started
to take a toll on me
still i know i cant afford
to rest myself and close my eyes
when all my dreams are all i have of you,
wild and cryptic,
leavings clues,
a semblence,
but leading me to nothing at all.
i waste my life away
making promises to myself
only to find me breaking them
when i find myself
dialing your number again.
and i hate this feeling,
because i dont want to want,
or need you this much,
but still i find you're my answer,
to another empty evening.
i'm bent over these waters,
staring at the mess i'd never thought i'd be,
i'm left to pick up the pieces,
but nothing fits,
nothing makes sense,
yet knowingly i dive all over again,
into this tangle of you and me,
with regret running close behind.
