My Poetry

~Eighty Two~

3 am,
Music blaring through my head phones,
I've gotta get up in 3 hours,
but my mind won't seem to shut down.
I'm rethinking life all because some silly novel I just read.

The main character reminded me of you. 
Bubbly, sweet,
occasionally rude. 

Or at least I think that's you,
I don't exactly know you.

Not how I want to anyway. 

But the point is, 
it's 3 am,
and instead of thinking about the boy who sleeps in the bed beside me,
I think of you. 
And your silly grin you always wear,
and the way your laugh echoes through every room. 
You. 

Not him, 
You.