Why I Do It
Why I Do It
Why do I feel this way?
Why do I always need to talk to you, to text you,
To ask you about your day?
Why do I find myself thinking about you
In the middle of the night when I am lonely?
Why do I hold always sleep in the old t-shirt that was yours
And wear the hair tie you left on my dresser
And cuddle every night with the stuffed animal you gave me?
Why do I miss you so much when you aren’t here?
I do it because I have no other choice.
I do it because without you everything is colorless,
A world of dull and lifeless grays.
I do it because I am playing a melody
Whose harmony sounds like your heartbeat.
I do it because there is no point in living a life without love.
Not just any kind of love, a special love,
The kind of love that I can only get when I am in your arms.
I do it because I miss you so much when you aren’t here.
I do it because I love you.