I Have No Idea..

I wish my head was drained of dreams.
Because these dreams are what keeps me up at night.
I know this piece of fabric hides less than it should.
I wish it didn't.
A hunger-strike says I miss you, so does the last entry in my journal.
My continence drifted away, sorta like your wake up call in the morning.
You left my heart like an abyss, when you walked away.
You left me standing with no sense of where I was.
Four guesses says you hate me.
And another says you don't need me.
Well, you don't have to guess.
You already know,
I NEED you.
But, its quite alright, we all know you don't give a damn.
So you can just throw out that desperate letter.
Just pretend my obsession doesn't even exist.
Because my hand is getting tired from writing this poem that you will never read.*