sleepless

close to midnight, sleep is out of the question. heart racing, even though it is over. your decision is clear, but my feelings are adamant. every time i look up, i feel abased. tortured, teased, humiliated, empty. i pour my heart out to you, you elicit no response. or at least not the response im reaching for. 

broken hearted i try and deter myself from running directly back. but everyone knows, it is impossible to abate love. 

(idk if abate works there.. but the meaning is understood no doubt)