2.

The nights are so long,
when I wish you were here
and I wasn't.

The moon
mocks my tears,
as I bundle in duvets
and hide from the world
and pretend 
if I sleep,
I might not awake
in the morning.

It's time like this,
when the world has dropped off,
and my mood wears the sky,
that I know
I will never 
be happy
(not truly)
and I don't need a cause
as to why.

Sad songs 
do not help;
I need arms,
and I friend,
but the one that I wish for
wants nothing 
with me.

So for now,
through this storm,
where the light
can't be seen,
I think
I would rather
just die.