Some Days Poem by Jen Starr

Some days go by when
all I can think about is you
and I can't go on without knowing

Some days,
are too hard for me to get through
without drownin
in my own thoughts.

Some nights I lay awake
until two
Contemplating
why he does what he does
why I do what I do
But this is nothing new
This is as foreign to me
as my own two hands.
I go through the motions
go through the stages
Until I find a new obsession:
You.
But this is nothing new

Some days,
I would only die
just to be in your presence