Poetry:: You

You have me up at five in the morning, and sleeping 'til two

I cannot deny that I anxiously await for you to come through.

Things that I have thought about a thousand times seem to be coming true, 

why am I having such a hard time trusting you?

It's not that I am not stuck on the things you do,

It's all the bullshit and my fucked up issues.

Don't think for a second that I don't want to continue to pursue,

but I just can't let these residual emotions accrue.

I wanted to start over, I needed to try something new . . .

and so far I have enjoyed your preview.

I can not pretend for a moment that I am not feeling you . . .

But at times I start wondering if all you have been saying is really true.

And I can't help thinking, if it's not you - then WHO?

Who else will get me to the core, like you seem to do?

You have me up at five in the morning, and sleeping 'til two

My sleep schedule is fucked up, on account of you.

~Theory (Brandice Taylor-Davis)