night time

At night is when I think about us.
When I miss us most. When I wonder what could have been.
Wonder what went wrong. Again.
Blame myself.
Send text messages I probably shouldn't.
I think this is because night was our time.
We were close.
It wasn't about other people. Or work. Or school.
We talked.
We watched tv.
We held each other.
My arms ache for that most nights.
My body longs for the feel of yours next to me.
I can fall asleep on the couch, but my bed feels so empty.
I know I'm still in love with you, though I know you're long over me.
Wish I didn't have these feelings.
They hold me back from being with others.
It's pretty shitty. No other way to describe it.
Even though you've broken my heart before, I would still give it to you whole heartedly and without reserve if you asked.
I wish you still loved me.

Now I sound all emo, so ill go.
Try to put these thoughts put of my head and sleep.