you

There are 168 hours in the week.
I spend 70 of them sleeping.
Or at least trying to.
I spend the other 98
Thinking about you.
The speck of orange in your eyes.
Your subtle smile
both a clever hint as to whats beyond your disguise.
Call it cliche
but every night as I fall asleep
my last thought
is the feeling of your lips on cheek.
Call it overplayed
but every morning when I wake up
the sound of you saying my name
is stuck on repeat
call me relentless
because I keep fighting for this
call me stubborn
because I just won't quit.
quit.
You're like a drug I can't quit.
Not that I really want to.
I keep scratching my wrists
begging for another hit
a hit of...
your hand in mine.
I just wanna call you mine.
God, what the hell are you doing to me?
Since when is this the song I wanna sing?
When did I lose control of things?
When did you become such a big piece of me?
I've seen you struggle.
I've heard you scream.
I've watched you fight.
And I know that in your darkness
I could be your light.
I could be a part of your life.
But you're stubborn too
and everything I say or do just pushes me further and further away from you
You.
You.
You.
I miss you.
I can't stop thinking about you.
It's always you.
I don't know what I'm supposed to do
I just want to be close to you.
My heart is breaking.
Please tell me what to do.
I know the answer can only come from you.