Dwelling At 3am

It's 3 AM and I'm awake because I got too much sleep today. I dreamt of you, what a mistake, because now I cannot drift away. Now I lie here forced to dwell because that is how I will see. If the feeling felt not so long ago is the feeling still dwelling in me. I thought to end this poem right there but I have so much on my mind. My stomach churns, my chest, it burns. My heart really is in a bind. You see now a vulnerable picture of the girl you once treated worthwhile. At night, I presume, I'll yearn for you and clutch onto what was with a smile. I don't write what I do to make you ache or to curse at your beautiful name. I write what I do because I miss you and it looks like you won't feel the same. And so I dwell.