i tried finding reasons to talk to you
i found none
they all sounded lame
you would've laughed in my face.
and then i stopped trying.
that night
i lied awake on my bed
eyes on ceiling
thoughts on you
songs on my mp3 player
each one seemed to revolve around you.
insomnia
was one huge hell hole
without you.
"cause you're the reason for
the teardrops on my - knock
the only one who's got
enough of me to - knock."
did i hear that right?
i walked over to the rainbow
just about as ready to be disappointed
as i was to get my hopes up.
i pulled the white satin curtains
aside
and i was granted with
a breathtaking view :
y o u.
you ran your fingers through your bed hair
looked at me
and said,
"leah, i'm sorry."
and just like that
insomnia didn't seem so bad
anymore.
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the 100 things you said to me
Kısa Hikaye" in which unfriendly conversations were made through the gaps between their bedroom windows until what initially were cold stares and shrugs turned into so much m o r e ."
