You know me better than my mother.
You know me better than my friends,
Who know me better than my mother.
Yet I wonder...
I think for you,
Therefore, you are...
I like to look at you while you sleep.
Or I like to think I look at you.
As creepy and cliché as it sounds
I just love the innocence that befalls you.
What are you dreaming about?
Will you remember it long enough to tell me?
You look at peace,
But are you really at peace?
Will you remember me in your sleep?
Either way, just know
I won't commit to anyone other than you
Unless they can read my silence
Better than you.
Or make love to me better than you.
Sometimes I get so distracted by
The day to day things
I barely get any time to think about you.
How your face
Is supposed to look
So, I search you in other people's faces.
I look for you in everyone I cross.
Oftentimes it doesn't help me remember you.
It's a habit I have...
Like drifting away in sound waves,
Leaving with other people that aren't you,
And walking in clouds
Under neon signs
As bright as your eyes.
But no matter my habit,
I enjoy you whole
High or grounded.
Yet being grounded
And not having you makes
Me lose myself sometimes.
I cry because
The day reminds that you are nothing
So, I love when night come
Because you are always
You are my everything
Yet you are nothing
But mere loneliness
In a human-shaped
You've kept me awake
so many nights.
yet having you.
I am madly in love
with who you are
Yet with nothing.
I love you...
I truly do.
You are my love.
You are a shadow.
You are nothing.