Nighttime Thought

When it's late Like 3 AM, I sigh about having to get up early And possibly prepping for chem. And my head hurts And I'm in a spinning world. Yet in this darkness still I think about you in a curl. I wonder Are your feelings fixed and amended? Has the reason you were sad Subsided and amended? I wonder next If you are the reason I cannot sleep. Somehow, when you're feeling down Alongside you my insides weep. I hate when you do this to me. Lie as if I cannot see. Especially since you don't know How special you are to me. Why it is you matter so much I havent got a clue. The only answer I got is I simply just do. I'm weird, I'm annoying, Maybe an idiot or a fool. I make a big deal of things But that's part of my rule. When it's late like 4AM And I'm in a frantic stage. I pray for precious sleep to come to me To begin a brand new page.