Calmly typing

Nighttime and my cart runneth over with shopping wish list, my heart not in its right place clearly lost and aching, my day at an end lies in a corner dying and bleeding, the book I'm reading almost finished last pages weeping, my night cold and aloof draping me under asking and seeking, my body fatigued its soul leaking, my smile twitching solemnly fading, my accomplishments bored done with failing, my eyes ready to soak you in wantonly blinking, and you my oblivious darling ignorant to the hurt serendipitously breathing.