I'll be alone tonight, won't you come find me?

note: so, I started a tumbler...
and here's what's going to happen.
poetry will still be here (and only here). the tumblrs just to get out the stuff I don't want to waste your time with on here (aka random thoughts/photos/quotes/etc).
check it out if you so choose.

the inspiration hasn't hit
I'm barely breathing
and I can't find my pillows tonight

I'm getting used to falling asleep alone
and waking up to an empty room
the walls haven't been whispering lately
the windows have been covered and
I can't tell the day from the night

life is slowing down
and my days are weeks
while my weeks are months
and so forth
I'm waiting for someone to save me
but nobody seems to be listening
to my cries

so sometimes I wish you were real
telling me stories
and writing me love songs
scooping me out of the monotony
that has become my
day-in and day-out
but I'm sure I've made you up

and I'm stuck alone again
with the figment of my imagination
and a pile of words
that can't form complete sentences
let alone use correct grammar
trying to convey
everything I've had and then lost
lost and then found
found and then had stolen from me

now everything's gone
and I want to ask you where to turn next
but you have no idea which direction I'm traveling
the maps are all backwards anyway
and the next turn is miles away
you'll comment on my driving
and I'll comment on the weather
just to keep the conversation going
just to hold onto something real

I'll pretend like I'm not here tonight
once I find my pillows and fall into bed
I'll be a million miles away
making impulse actions
and never having to suffer the consequences

I'll be living
if only for the next 8 hours