insomnia.

[am_esque]

you are the reason I couldn't sleep last night.
I kept thinking about what I said, what you said; what we said.
every feeling in my body went from being ecstatic that you started our afternoon chat, to thinking you spoke entirely too soon.

why is there always something-
something to ruin a perfectly good state of mind?
something that changes our opinion?
something to decompose a casual friendship?

now i am here:
laying,
thinking,
hoping,
wanting
to fall asleep and dream that we will forgive eachother.