all night coffee shop blues

i almost miss you more when you're around. but it only hurts when you're not.

sometimes i wish someone would read this, just anyone. but at the same time i'm terrified that someone will read it and think "wow, wtf is wrong with her?"

do my thoughts mean a thing if no one ever sees them? it's a modern adaptation of the age old tree question.

all night diners rule. cause i'm just so not okay with sleeping right now.

and one more cup of coffee is only going to do more to save me from another nightmare

ignore the fact that i haven't eaten enough to balance out the caffiene.

i wish you would let me sit next to you, why take up the whole couch when we don't need to?

i'd run away if i thought i could stay away from you at all

i'm such a sucker for abuse but you'd never know it unless you tried me out

i'm pretty sure i've consumed enough coffee for the both of us, you don't drink it anyway

can you tell me you never once thought about kissing me?

if you can... i'd rather you didn't.

i'm only partially willing to be sleepless, and you're only part of the reason i'm partially willing.

you're also part of the reason i wish i could sleep, but only if you'll let me sleep next to you

would anyone else understand if they read this?

would you hate it if i gave you eskimo kisses or put my head in your lap

i'm to afraid to try, i guess i'll never know

sometimes i let it slip how cute you are when you're sleepy

you just smile and shrug, is this a good thing?

i might die if you ever found this to read.

someday maybe we'll be too famous to hide it anymore.

and then i guess i'll know if i could have had you all this time

should i sneak some of these thoughts into a song or two

or just keep them all for me, myself, and i(rene)

i'm sorry i'm not what you're looking for, i'll always be here anyway

but please don't ask my opinion about the guy you may or may not date

sometimes you let it slip that you miss me and it keeps me going just a bit longer

i almost wish you lie and say you hate me.

i would even be your Romeo if you promised to be my Juliet

please ignore my blatent lack of masculinity and all other tell tale male parts.

i send you texts that i'm sure tell you everything i'm afraid to admit

but you ignore them, i guess i never expected anything more

in the words of my illustrious waitress "if you've gone to sleep and woken up it's morning, if you're still awake from yesterday it's night"

i'm pretty sure that makes it night all the time for me.

it's so early breakfast people are here.

i should go home.

but home isn't home when you're not there.