My brain is wide awake at 4:00 AM,
Spinning with all the confessions
From the previous hours of the day.
I practically feel your disease
Leaving me weak too. My ribcage
Is practically shattering at the
Thought of losing you, never even
Getting to lay my eyes on your
Entire being again and there is
Nothing. I. Can. Do. About. It.
I'm going to lie here angry
For the rest of my life because
I lost the one person who gave
Me the feeling I dreamt of
In my childhood. What is 5 years
Compared to hearing of your
Suffering everyday? It almost
Feels like imprisonment in
This giant city if I'm forbidden
From seeing you, forbidden
From one last kiss, a few more
Tears and a soft goodbye.