Tomorrow

making plans with me apparently a lost cause they're never the same as we want them to be i nod my head and smile, no time for pause i am a patient figure, waiting for the right time plans falling apart around me, again and again my words go unheard, making of me a mime it feels that to be with me is a sin dismissed so easily, left to wonder and wait looking at my phone expecting the screen to alight am i not something to appreciate i lay here wondering this, as i wait out another night troubled sleep and nightmarish dreams these are what await behind my eyes the bide there time hiding behind happiness's gleams i stay awake now so i dont see the lies playing through my head i do not remember where it is these thoughts emerge from i am holding my phone, upon my bed shaking, and waiting for the sunrise to come