Insomnia

Insomnia

"What's wrong?" he asks.
"Can't sleep," she answers.
"What's keeping you awake?" he inquires.
"All the thoughts inside my head," she responds,
"Every word I never said to you.
Every moment I wish we had shared.
Every kiss I never gave you.
Every lost embrace.
Every night we didn't spend together
In each others arms.
Every conversation we never had,
Including this one."
"What do you mean 'including this one'?"
He asks, perplexed...in her imagination,
As she writes this late at night,
Alone, in bed.  She thinks of him.
Knowing that he doesn't even notice her,
She thinks of him still, imagines him there,
In her solitude, in the silence of the night,
While she waits for sleep to come again.

Crush

Crush

They call it a crush

Because that’s what it does to your mind.

Consumes your every thought.

Thinking about him every minute of the day,

Knowing he doesn’t think of you at all.

They call it a crush

Because that what it does to your heart.

Wrenches it dry of hope

That he’ll ever see you like you see him.

Feeling those feelings

That you know you will feel alone.

They call it a crush

Because that’s what it does to your soul.

Makes you doubt the wisdom of the universe

For giving you a love that doesn’t heal your being,

That instead fills you with painful longing

For what never was and never will be.

Torturing you with a loneliness that craves to

Fill an emptiness that seems infinite

In the absence of the only one your soul sees as

The one.

They call it a crush

Because in the end

That’s all that you feel.

Crushed.