Insomniac

i promised myself this wouldn’t happen again

where i wouldn’t chase after a girl,

yet

i let my rules bend,

the question i propose

why is my heart so fat,

but not in a health aspect

but the way that lets me get walked on

like a floor mat,

so i write these poems,

to blow off steam,

while steadily my mind and insides scream,

I still believe you’re the girl of my dreams,

yet it’s sorry to say that we’ll never meet,

all because of you,

now i never sleep.