Queen of the Sleepless Nights

I'd become queen of the sleepless nights.
I had a now cold cup of tea pressed between my glowing palms
As I stared blankly at a wall
My back pressed against the windowsill
It was 2 am
and yet again I was painfully awake.
Only one thing ran through my mind like a mantra,
Him him him
I groaned at the cliche that swam through me

It was 2 am and the only thing I could thing about was a boy with brown eyes
Asleep in a bed too far from mine
Probably dreaming about me.