It's 3 A.M. and I Can't Stop Thinking About You

It's 3 a.m. and I can't stop thinking about you
Frying and devouring my brain like food.
Maybe if I could just see you, instead of words you've once wrote
Insomnia could finally loosen it's gruesome grip on my throat.
A tight grip that leaves a knot, like a kinked hose.
Laying straight in bed, eyes straight forward, with the lights off begging my eyes to close.
What can I do about the feeling of heart shattering nostalgia?
Collecting the pieces off the floor that I can salvage.
Just catch my breath, stare off, and I'll eventually drift away.
Just to keep the dismay at bay.
Every kiss you've planted on my lips has wilted and died.
I tried so hard to keep them alive, I really tried...
But the lack of your presence killed them and me too, like pesticide.

That's all I was, a pest, right?
Apparently, since I was easily disposable like broken graphite off of the tip of the pencil I use to write.
You knew I was made of glue.
You knew just how easily I'd get attached to you.

I already had abandonment issues to begin with.
But from your gentle grin, to your soft skin and my hand placed lightly on your chin..You're more surreal than a myth.
You're just as pleasing and wrong as a sin.