400 Miles

I am

-the passing glance,

-the desire for who I want to be,

trying my hardest.

You are

-my insomnia,

-my somnolence turning away from me in my dreams forcing me out of the present because I am stuck between daydreams and sleeping dreams.

You are not giving me a chance to inhale.

//

I am convincing myself to be content with this,

oblivious to why I'm here and why I'm doing this.

But...

You are better if I (pretended I) killed you,

trying my hardest.

I am

-the coldest bite of winter,

You are

-an afternoon of bliss,

sitting, drinking coffee,

and I'm content with this.

And cold winds

--I wish--

could keep hot coffee from burning

when I(t) touch(es) your lips

//

You are worse if I (dreamt I) kissed you,

pretending that's honest.

You are on my mind regardless,

trying my hardest.

I am hoping the future includes my dreams,

but I'm trying to be content.

Trying my hardest.