it's not fair that i'm up until stupid o'clock
crying,
crying,
and you
are lying in your bed
dreaming of her.
and how goddamn
perfect
she is.
i'm stuck here crying myself to sleep,
and you fall asleep with no problem,
because tomorrow
you will see her.
you will hold her.
you will kiss her.
you will be happy,
and i will not,
so i ask you.
why her.
why not me.
why can't i just be
happy.