Papa ..

As I sit awake and in the middle of the night,
I'm thinking of all the things I should have said before you left,
and maybe, just maybe, you'd still be here.

He's the cutest, sweetest, nicest, greatest, most romantic,
most insensitive jerk I have ever met.

True love?
I used to believe it existed,
but when you've had your heart torn
and thrown on the floor, you just don't care anymore.

I want to scream. I want to shout.
I want to have faith and never doubt.
I want to bend, I want to break,
to sleep and never wake.
To break down walls and to escape,
be alone and hide my face.
I want to feel, I want to touch.
I want to stop wanting you so much.