Awake at night, I pray to see you, to feel your presence across the distance of sea and earth.
Starring lifelessly at a list that never bears the name I seek.
You are my Personal Insomnia.
My sweet addiction.
This bleeding hearts deepest ache.
I wait for you untill I can barely see through the tears and fatigue.
Awake at night, I sit patiently awaiting a glimpse of your text upon my screen.
Nothing but words and punctuation to anyone else.
You are my Personal Insomnia.
My sweet torturer.
This bleeding hearts deepest ache.
I wait for a *smile* or a *hug* from you to help me sleep and dream.
Awake at night, I cry into my palms and feeling as if I've been left outside to freeze in the snow.
A broken angel that cannot fly on her own.
You are my Personal Insomnia.
My sweet savior.
This bleeding hearts deepest ache.
I wait for the morning so the pain will end for at least the monotony of day.
Awake at night, I die slowly deep within my shattering heart, in the dark where no one sees the tears.
Left to dwell on jealousies and fears.
You are my Personal Insomnia.
My sweet Vivienne.
This bleeding hearts deepest ache.
I wait for you each night untill tears and exhaustion claim me.
My sweet Vivienne.
You are my Personal Insomnia.
I love you so much, it hurts deep inside my heart.
