pen, paper, and coffee

3 a m

it's three in the morning
it's dark, and i'm alone
staring blankly at the ceiling
my hand clenching my phone
my heart and mind is debating
whether to ring your bell
or cry myself to sleep
well, i just want to say "i miss you",
and tell you all the things i've been longing to say
you're still the one who dwells in my heart,
and that no one ever replaced you
i want to know if you're doing fine
or if you're happy with another girl
if so, i would wish you genuine felicity
even if it shatters my already broken heart
i would like you to know
that i love you still
even from a distance,
and that it didn't change
since the day our world dispersed
i drop the phone
just like i let all the memories go
a realization knocks me
that sometimes, words are better left unsaid,
so i knock myself to sleep.

-c.d.c.