Waking up in bed alone again, I don't want to do this anymore.
I think I've felt this before.
Even with time, it didn't turn out.
I'll find my turn at happiness,
but I'm not sure I have it in me to make it through this heartache.
I can't help but give it my all,
because you could heal this storm inside.
Or am I just trying to stitch you together with the touch of finger tips?
Who am I to dream about someone I've never known?
Years of searching and my minds given up on finding you,
but my cold hands feel differently.
My body's exhausted from trimming down to make you happy.
How far will I go for someone I may never know?
One day I might dream again.
Until then, I still don't know you.
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Derek Evers
Hello! I'm Derek, a writer based in Portland, OR. Author of short stories, poetry, and blog posts about the things that interest me. Be kind to yourself and others, always.
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