Though I may be wide awake
left to ponder my mistake
I cannot help but hate myself
for always mischoosing which path to take.
Another day has come and gone
another day that ended wrong
I speak no words, I share no smiles
the noise in my head goes on for miles.
I’m surely no poet, and yes, I know it,
but my soul aches and yearns for my love’s return.
I’ve done all I could, I’ve said all I should,
now I must put my faith in all that is good.
I cannot control the bends or the turns,
I cannot predict how things will unfold,
I can only wish for what I’ve been told..
If the love set free was true, it will surely return.
* * *
I wrote this because I’m a mess.
I wrote this because I feel pain and more pain with every passing minute.
I wrote this because I suffer and I have no other release.
I wrote this because I’ve been the cause of so much pain, and now it has all come back home.
I wrote this because I’m not worthy of love, and that’s why, right now, I’m so very alone.
I wrote this because I’ve hit my punching bag so many times that my hands are on fire.
I wrote this because I’ve watched every show I had in queue.
I wrote this because I’ve cried for the first time in a while, and while the tears fell I noticed a smile.
I wrote this because I just don’t know what else to do.
But mainly, I wrote this because I fucking miss you.