five

it's five in the morning, i havent slept, not even a wink.

i miss you, i need you, i thought i wanted you, but no i needed you.

havent slept the past few nights, i want to sleep because i dont want to have dark eye rings looking ugly if i ever see you again. but i really cant slp, and i cant eat. my weight's going down, and my eyes are tired staring at our photos flickering as i tap and tap repeatedly on my touchpad. my fingers are starting to ache, too. when will i be able to stop behaving like this, when will you be able to come to me and halt my fingers, close my eyelids, kiss me on the forehead and cuddle me to sleep?

i kept listening and listening to the songs i've recorded for you, the songs which i've had gathered enough courage to record, just for you, because what if, what if you cheekily ask to hear my singing again, and i want it to be perfect to you, i just want it to be perfect to you. i want to be perfect to you.