Dear stranger
It's been a few days again.
I always seem to be getting late.
Mornings have become so hectic with the bare amount of sleep I get.
Sleeplessness.
That's what you've done to me.
I cannot sleep anymore, my eyes just won't close, for every time I evade the darkness, the color of your eyes comes to my mind.
I don't want to think about you.
I don't want to think about your silly eyes.
I can't seem to escape this frenzy and I'm running out of my mind.
My mom's been asking me questions for days, she says I'm zoning out again and again.
But what shall I do? It's not my fault.
It is of the stranger's who's held my every thought.
I wonder if you realize what you've done to me.
