People sleep through the night for a reason

I sat under the stars and cried tonight
Because their light was obscured by clouds

It’s interesting to see how it can all fade to black,
and yet clear up in a minute or so

I can’t tell whether I want you beside me,
Or I want you to stay an ideal in my mind.
It’s an interesting question, an unanswerable question
But maybe that’s all there is, maybe that’s the best kind

It’s not so strange I’m writing this tonight,
after all there is always a reason
even if it isn’t to be known

Maybe it’s because I saw the brightest star in the sky fade to black
Only to cause the sunrise tomorrow

More edits…

If I Were to be Honest…
mostly a letter

To whom I cry out to in the middle of the night,
I can feel you in this dark hour.
You get me through the nights when I can’t sleep and I don’t feel worth a damn
On nights like this one,
I do not think about you, because you are my thoughts
You reap havoc in my heart where even I tread lightly
But your touch and your smile-
they’re deadly soft
I need you as I need the air
naturally, physically, without thought or reason
To hold you tonight is to have no more questions
it is to be happy, whole, and complete

Breathe

I breathe you in greedily
after all I need you
but my lungs meticulously change what you are
until what’s whole is gone
my lungs throw you back out into the world then,
but I still hold you in my memory,
you’re just the thing that trees breathe in and spit back out,
in order for me to inhale and
survive.