11 May 2015
Sleeplessness.
I can't breathe and so many thoughts go through my head.
Almost as many as all the S's in sleeplessness.
Cold night.
Warm blankets.
What would be warmer is if you were here.
I'm not sure who, you is or where, here is.
But I know someday I'll have a you and a here.
But for now I think we're just gonna have to be secretly in love with each other and leave it that.
Even if we don't know each other or ourselves.
YOU ARE READING
The recollection of my misunderstood thoughts.
PoetryLife's a struggle and it's hard. There's nothing you can do. Just get trough it. I hate my life. There's nothing new. But when the sun is out and the sky is void of clouds you can't help but feel a smile is overdue
