It's 2am and she's crying your name,
Even though she promised she wouldn't;
She lies awake to the thought of you,
Even though she knows she shouldn't.
It's 2am and she wishes you're awake too,
Thinking of her frame wrapped in your arms;
She cursed the thoughts haunting her at night,
They never do her anything but harm.
It's 2am and she's still crying your name,
Asking herself why you didn't stay;
It's 2am and she won't stop hurting,
She knows she won't be okay.
YOU ARE READING
for the both of us
PoetryI loved him with all my heart, Even if he didn't care; I'll love him with all my heart, This, to myself, I swear.
