You are the insomnia keeping me awake at night and the energy I run on during the day. You are the driving corse behind our 'Conversation' and I am the gear

Okay,

Night turns to day

The sky goes from black to grey

It’s 4:22

The affect of talking to you 

The conversation turns to: Sugar and energy drinks

I’ll pour those down the sink 

Talking to you makes it impossible to even blink

So you see, there is no need for those, don’t you think?

Tick tock 

Goes the clock 

As time continues to fly 

The moment is swiftly passing by

Music drowns the sound 

Sorry am I being “too loud”

But then reality kicks in: 

You have less than 6 hours 

I have slightly longer before I have to face the skyscrapers and towers

As much as I hate it 

I’ll have to talk to you in a bit 

He remains 'Clueless' and I don't want to be the first to say it.

I want to tell him
I really do
but, the light of trust runs dim
so... 'I'm falling for you'

He doesn't see
clueless he is
I've fallen- with him my heart yearns to be
the truth is this...

I love you
This feeling won't shake
No matter what I try to or actually do
my heart, yet again is vulnerable to break

He:
melts my skin
softens my breath
from deep within
loving him is a subtle death

With him:
Butterflies are not all I get
Doubt of self
the mood is set
again to be returned to the shelf

The truth will be seen
The lies'll become clear with time
somewhere I've already been
He is just another in the line

I know he doesn't know,
but he doesn't know I do
clueless I'm not
in his life I have no spot.