3 a.m.
Christine Summer
Honestly, I lie awake every night,
Wondering why you gave me up without a fight,
And I hoped that it was just a memory,
Passing with vivid scenery,
But every time I close my eyes,
I’m shattered with every lies,
And I wished it could’ve been better,
That I should’ve seen it clearer,
It wasn’t that I was weak,
It’s just that I couldn’t speak,
Of every word you say I wonder,
If it’s the truth that I doubt yonder,
Maybe I was foolish back then,
That I let my heart be broken,
By the one person I love the most,
But now I feel so lost,
And I lie awake at three a.m.,
I’m wondering where I am,
Am I still stuck in the past?
Or moving on to the present at last?
I can’t sleep yet I can’t tolerate being awake,
And cry for every memory and feeling’s sake,
It was over, we were through,
But still I love you.
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They call it insomnia…I call it trying to move on.
Christine
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The Words Unsaid
PoetryA compilation of poems that best describes how it feels to be in love and falling out of it.