Why do you wake me up in the middle of the night?
Why does your touch make me feel that everything’s going to be all right?
I know you are not with me, then
Why do u make me crave for you, when I realize you can never me mine?
Why do I wake up and still laze around for you to get me out?
Why do I miss the hustle for the towel, when I know you will win the bout?
Why do I pretend that you are going to complain if my tie doesn’t match?
Why do I still believe that a kiss is the perfect way to patch?
Why do I play with my phone, when I know its never going to read your no.?
Why does my act make me look dumber?
Why do I still remain in office working late, when I know it’s not the dead line’s that need to be met?
Why do I stop at the ice cream van and just stare; I know I look like an idiot, then
Why can’t I just buy what I get?
Why do I still order food, when my groceries rot in the fridge?
Why do I still fool myself to believe that tonight we can mend the bridge?
Why is that the only thing that gives me a little happiness, come in measurements of milliliters?
Why is it that I can’t watch TV alone without reading your letters?
Why did my laptop suddenly become my best friend?
Why do I think, my sanity has come to an end?
Why do I still wait for you to call me to bed?
Why does the ash tray ever be less piled with sticks that are dead?
Why do I doze off in the chair every night?
Why is it that I need to Hold on to you tight?
Why do I look at the mirror and see a fool?
Why do I drown so deep in a memory rich pool?
Why is “why” the only question I ask?
Why do I still wait for an answer, when I know it’s an uphill task?
It all makes sense now, when I realize
You are just a bad dream…I need to let go now!
I can still forgive you for what you took away, but
Why did you leave me with so much hatred that never seems to go away?
Note: Excerpt from "My Little Black Book !"
