The Ripped Soul

It's 4am. I can't sleep.

I lie in bed and all I do is think. Think about what's to come, think about upcoming concerts and what it will all be like. Think about you. Think about me. Think about us. Think about reality. Think about moving to States or Vancouver or somewhere over the rainbow.

But to think of it, I could run anywhere, but the problem would still be the same.. reality bites. Grrr.

I look at my phone, hoping for some sort of text from you, but it draws a blank.

I look back at old text messages.. I miss them. I miss you. Hah. But some sickening things you can never admit to the entire world, can you?

I know just but one thing. It's annoying. It's painful.. really. To love someone but never have the courage to tell them.

For fear of rejection, for fear that they will go away and never return, for fear that they may not feel the same, for fear that they might - then what? For fear that friendships would be broken. For fear that you could never be friends the same way again. For fear you can never look at each other the same way ever.

But you, yeah, you.. you probably wouldn't know. Or maybe you do. I don't know. It's crazy. Or maybe I'm crazy. It's fucking mental, really.

I wish you knew how much I loved you.