If you won't write about me, I'll just have to write about you.

You drive me crazy.
The kind of crazy that leaves me pock-marked and bruised.
The kind that makes hummingbirds lose track of their wings and
The kind that makes winged insects knock endlessly into illuminated glass
Like its some door to heaven or maybe just the inside of a refrigerator.
You drive me that kind of crazy.
There are mornings I find myself swatting at you.
You don't let me press snooze again.
You make me get out of bed.
You won't stay and cuddle, because it's morning.
And the day is waiting for us.
There are days I find myself trailing behind you.
You nourish me with food.
It's not my average nutrition-less diet consisting mainly of sweet tarts and cochitos.
You cook me eggs.
You toast me toast.
You take care of me in ways I can't see to take care of myself.
Which is why
There are days I find myself utterly lost without you.
You're so far away.
And even though my stomach is empty,
Nothing can compare to how empty this bed is without you.
I have trouble sleeping.
And although the dreams do not come easy,
The nightmares always find their way to me.
They must know the shortcuts of my mind back and forth.
I wish I could have a map of yours—
Your shortcuts.
I wish I could frolic through your thoughts and build a bouquet of our memories.
Because there are days I feel I get lost.
Running circles and roundabouts in the back of your head
Trying desperately to hitch-hike on a highway to the front of your one-track-mind.
I want to be the track your mind runs circles around.
I want you to run laps on me.
I want to be loved.
But you can't respect someone who kisses your ass.
I can play hard to get, if that's what you need to be able to want me.
I'm good at it.
But here's the thing—That is not me.
Me—I adore you.
I have to make conscious efforts to love you less.
I take pictures of happily ever afters
But I have to constantly remind myself that I ruined ours
Three years ago.
And, you've made it clear.
We didn't pick up where we left off.
And I can't think like that.
We were coming up on three years, and now
It's hardly been three months.
There are days I can't remember what I was doing without you.
There are days I want to do absolutely nothing but kiss you.
But today,
Today you're not here.
And that, that right there.
That is the main reason
Why you drive me crazy.