Why Am I Writing Poems When I Should Be Sleeping?

You're words betray you,
And they bruise my face.
I fell farther than I ever knew.
But there's still hope in His Grace.
Don't play games,
And pretend like you've never known.
The worst part about it is
That I feel like I'm alone.
But you, you make me smile
Though I know you not.
Lunch, dinner, a cup of coffee?
I wonder if I have a shot.