It's 10pm, and I should be asleep.
I check my phone one last time for a text
I can't seem to help myself
and there isn't one.
I curl up on my side and close my eyes
but my mind doesn't let me sleep
wandering over past conversations
and my heartstrings are pulled
in all directions
I may be logical on some levels
but logic doesn't enter into it
when its the heart's wishes
Tears well up at the loss
I feel so deep at times
I can't deny my feelings.
I love him.
The man in my imagination.
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