Its hard to explain
the way I feel today.
I wake up in the morning with a smile
like I haven't had a problem in a while.
The later it gets though
the darker my spirits grow.
My anxiety aches for you to text me
but the longer I wait it becomes just make believe.
If by some miracle
the words did come from you,
I would probably be confused
but glad to hear from you.
I just wonder sometimes if you think the same way,
do you think of me when you are asleep?
Do your dreams remember some of the better days?
Or am I just a fool?
That needs to forget everything.
I know I should have been long over you,
and at times I really am.
Its the closeness that I am to you,
that won't allow me to forget you.
No friends are we,
we could never be.
Its probably for the best,
that we stopped talking.
Its so hard,
to be altogether alone.
Like I said,
its only in the night,
laying in my bed,
when I wish it was just right.
Maybe, just me and you.