I stay up all night, anxiety-ridden, nervous.
Thinking about all the things, I should have said to you.
I stay up all night in agony, wondering if you feel the same way.
I stay up all night, gazing at the moon, hoping for her to answer my questions.
“Will she love me back?”
“Am I enough?”
“Will she walk away?”
I stay up all night, wishing I could hold your hand.
But, then the dawn comes, and I see you, sitting there, with your coffee in your hand, listening to your music through your earbuds.
I don’t have questions. I don’t have answers.
I only have you there, to laugh at my silly jokes.
The dawn comes, and you are there, smiling at me like I’m the only person in the world that matters.
There will be a time, when I don’t stay up all night, wondering, wishing, dying for you.
Because, you’ll be here, until dawn.
-Kim V. Poetry