The heart of a poet

Don't you think it's funny?

I turned over in my bed, and looked to see if he sent something I left unread...but of course there was nothing there. Just more wishful thinking, but I continued to dream as I tossed and turned with the thought of him. I felt so much pain at that moment but I had no more tears to shed...but there was so many sickening thoughts left in my head as I lied in my bed emotionless and still with my cold tattered soul. But don't you think it's funny how we can feel so much but at the same time absolutely nothing at all? I have all these things I'd like to ask him, but I can't find the words for them to be said. But I can say gladly I smiled a true smile today, it felt nice but so foreign to feel euphoric.