Confessions of a Teenage Insomniac.

There’s something about this lovely time of morning that

Brings out and uglier, less sane side of me.

Its twelve AM and you’ve been on my mind

For an ungodly number of hours. Memories of you in every

Corner of my brain, I begin to

Wonder if ever this will stop: memories of you and

I constantly slipping through the cracks in the

Walls that I so faithfully built up. These walls were

Designed to be you-proof, But I guess I forgot to

Forget all of our memories. &don’t worry, honey.

It isn’t your fault: I can’t help but to forget how

To forget them, Detailed accounts of our

Lust and our passion are etched onto these pages. Poetry

Written by candle light about the feel of your

Hands, the taste of your lips, the

Sound of your whispers, the smell of your hoodies, the

Desire in your eyes, its all here. Written in poetic words on these pages. Meant never

to be forgotten by you or by I.

But it’s happened: You forgot. And thats why

I’m up at this hour, because It hurts

too much to dream about you every night.

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