I Can't Sleep, Not That I Ever Wanted To

       Being back at school feels natural.  Everything seems to fall into place and my steps seem to have a direction.  I know I have to put my all in, but my focus rests on him.  I want to treasure every moment I have and hold on for as long as possible.  

       He isn't like you.  Sometimes my tones confuse him and he overlooks the truth in my jokes.  He doesn't know me like you do, but then again I have never opened up to him like I have to you.  You never deserved what we had, even if it was only two weeks long.  

        I don't want those arms to not be around me. I feel weird sleeping alone.  You have become my consistant head rest. Your chest is my most used pillow.