sweet dreams, beautiful nightmares

backburner

midnight as i stare at my phone,

wondering if you're already home–

probably tired from your work

or dealing with things from your school;

told myself "i should understand,

the situation of my man,"

but seven months gone and passed

and things the same way it was.

maybe, you're just a nonchalant

and i need to make peace with that;

maybe, you're just busy with all your things

and do my best to refrain from overthinking;

maybe, fate will tell when the time is right

or it will end with a heavy sigh;

maybe, we just need some time together

or we should decide when it is over.

i romanticize every little things

like the way you smiled at me;

its obvious that you made me weak,

a simple touch can fold my knees;

i don't mind the silence in between,

for i know this is worth the risk

or it is the thing i fear where

none of these makes sense to me.

maybe, it is the way i need

that makes you somehow sick;

maybe, you just need more time alone

and convinced myself it is none to mourn;

maybe, i just need to give you trust

when my head is full of doubt;

maybe, all i need to do is to know you more

or you'll let me stay,

for i'm your backburner.

i know little of who you really are

to the point its pointless going way too far;

wish you near but it feels too far,

that i felt so empty when you're not around;

i couldn't stay for someone who don't consider

every little things I did to be remembered.

maybe, that's the way it is

and its the fate laid in my hands;

maybe, this is the worst of ways

that i won't grasp up until now;

maybe, discarded and placed at the far corner

and it pains too deep

being your backburner.