there.

                   she                                                                                he
                    never                                                                     always
                         knew                                                             knew
                              what                                                    what
                                    to                                                to
                                      say                                        say
                                            so                               but
                                               she                      was
                                                   stood        never
                                                             there
                                                        to        waiting
                                                  pick                    for
                                               up                               his
                                           all                                       words
                                        of                                               to
                                    the                                                      mend
                            broken                                                              her
                        pieces.                                                                      heart.

i need to sleep.
i need to put my weary body and mind to rest.
but every time i close my eyes,
i am greeted with images of you.

you when we were happy.
you before it all fell apart.
you when you wanted me.
you when we were Us.

but keeping my eyes open is not much better.
for when they are open, i am greeted by images of you as well.
the only difference is that when my eyes are open,
tears take that chance to run down my cheeks and join together with my memories.

crystal blue eyes like the Peyto Lake, soaking up the sunshine and making me shake
voice that hooks you like a siren call, one little song and then you fall
lips speak words soft and sweet, charmingly sweeping me off my feet
everything about you's like an addicting drug- your smile, your laugh, your kisses, your hugs. 

driving around town or staying at home, when I'm with you I feel less alone
the confident aura you portray helps keep the negative thoughts away
I never second guess my thoughts, never feel bad about my fears
minutes with you feel like seconds, days without you feel like years.

touching you is electrifying, sending shocks up my spine,
and wherever you walk you radiate happiness and good times.
talking to you is exhilarating, guys like you are hard to find,
and honestly, I'd be crazy not to call you mine.