Too often

i sit alone

gazing into pools

of mirrored reflections of myself

too little

do i ever ask

of more than i can give

and often i miss out on all i want

too soon

i ask for friends

in the early hours of day

when they aren't ready to answer

too late

do i realise

that pain is something

i do not come to terms with well

too loud

i answer those

who knock me over

in search of something real

too quiet

i sit alone

speaking words only i

know and understand true meanings of

too painful

is my memory of you

when i close my eyes and see

you smiling down i can't hurt any more

too numb

are my senses

when all i want to do

is hold you in my arms and sleep forever.