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.
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