mindsatthreeam:

and how often I find myself, waking in the middle of the night,
a frown settled firmly in,

constantly feeling—

how terrible it is to wake up to just white sheets and broken dreams.
how terrible it is to not have your arms around me.

and you’re the only one who seems to cloud my mind,
and I keep hoping that it will stop in due time.

oh those bright brown eyes,
and how often they would cry,

it’s a shame I can’t hold you no longer.
it’s quite a shame that I think I shouldn’t even bother.

inhale and exhale,
and fall asleep now.