I’m getting used to all the sleepless nights where I lay awake,
Pain of realizing you left me, it’s more than I can take,
Overwhelmed by emotions, those are the moments that I hate,
And I mistakenly convince myself maybe it’s not too late.
But I’m wrong… and you never fail to remind me
That being hurt is never easy, even when they do it kindly.
You’ve broken me to little pieces; I’ll never find the parts;
I have the world at my fingers but my home is still your heart.
I twist and turn amongst my sheets to maybe induce some sleep,
Then try to find the reasoning for happiness I couldn’t keep.
Is it him? Is it you?… Is it me? What’d I do?
Hope it’s a nightmare, and I awaken to you saying it’s not true.
But for nightmares, I must dream. And for dreams I must rest,
So if sleep was a gift from God, all I want is to be blessed.
When I say you are my world, believe that is no stretch,
I fell for you not for your looks, but from what’s inside your chest.
Love isn’t time, it isn’t distance, but it is what takes place,
That makes my time with you priceless, and causes hearts to race.
“It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all”,
Is a statement written by someone who hasn’t felt the true downfall
Of a failed love and the empty void that it often leaves upon your being,
And everything could be avoided if you just reconsidered leaving.
As darkness outlines my line of sight, I realize sleep approaches,
I welcome it, it heals the wounds from the battle of my emotions.
I’m scarred… Not from gun or blade, but words
Which is why I go to lengths as such to tell you that it hurts.
Like a flame, sleep engulfs me and I burn in dreams alone,
I dream we are together and feel more happiness than I have ever known,
Then you end things and I’m forced to relive my night terrors
hanging on to the hope that maybe one day you’ll realize your error.
And I awaken, shaking, sweating, groggy, and winded,
And shed a single tear because my nightmare never truly ended.
