No. 3

Whether it's dying or sleeping, 

You'll be up thinking, 

Of how else you can say 

The unsure things. 

You’ll say you were tired,

That you said what came to mind,

Is that why you're always so hard to find?

I can sense how you feel when you don't say so,

You're never here for me

You're just there for show.

You compliment me

And I admire that, 

But not being here in times of need slowly starts to break me.

I hope you come soon,

I hope this is not all for not.