it gets the worst at night.

and as i sit here in this empty room,
thoughts of you start rushing through my mind.
i can't take it anymore.
that very familiar lump in my throat shows itself.
tears start welling up.

PATHETIC.

these days i am like waves being controlled by the moon.
when the sun is out, i am as happy as a five year old with no problems at all.
and when the moon creeps out of its humble abode,
i am back to being the eighteen year old with all the problems in the world.

i am back to reminiscing.
back to regretting the things i've done.
back to remembering what was.
and what probably will never be.
i am back to you.

i miss me. i miss you. i miss us.

but then again, i'm writing this while the moon is up.

i used to love night time.
'cause that's when we'd be talking.
i used to hate day time.
now i just can't wait for the sun to rise.

nocturnal no more.