By: Guest Blogger “J”

As I lay there

staring up at the ceiling,

thinking of you,

I realized something…

You are everything that I want,

everything I need,

everything I see,

everything I do,

and at the very same time,

You are

nothing that I want,

nothing that I need,

nothing that I see,

nothing that I do.

What’s the point of all this?

You’ll just leave.

Like you do every time.

Off to have your fun,

leaving me here,

alone with my thoughts,

staring holes in the ceiling,

thinking of you…

Editor: Makena Behnke