Late Night Poetry

Bloom

You don't understand the amount of sleep that I've lost,
You think that it's fair but don't consider the cost.

I honestly feel like I'm about to cry,
Yet you keep going on about how little I try.

She says she'll be quiet, but she's shouting now,
She says she'll be quiet, but I wonder "how?".

She never stops talking, she even talks in her sleep,
And I can't help but wonder if I'm in too deep.

You said "she'll get over it, but it won't be soon.",
How long does it take someone to bloom?