2am.
It starting to become a habit,
My sleeping pattern is a mess.
I can't blame anyone but myself
I was once responsible,
I just became careless
Reckless,
Flashback occurs every time I close my eyes
It's her.
Her face
Her touch
All of her
The words She once said
Repeats like a loop with no ending
"I love you"
But is it still the same?
2am
She runs my mind, I lost control
Every time I fight back
I would remember
Her brags
"Someday I will find someone better than you"
Ouch.
It triggers me
I'm sorry if I wasn't enough, I'm sorry if the man you once dreamt of
isn't me
Just Remembering how she would praise others for their them being romantic
And Then there's me
left clueless.
2am
The big hand strikes 2 again.
Memorising the moment,
Tears slides down her cheeks
The words she said to me
"You broke me,"
Which brought guilt from this day on,
You- as in me, myself, I
Broken, tore, ripped, destroyed,
Me~ her,
Instead of me keeping my gob shut,
I had to open it and
said possible ways of showing how much I didn't care.
During time, I will heal.
Would I get a chance to change anything?
I guess not
Nothing will ever let me come out my shell
Even the heaviest hammer strikes on me
Her words of pain still questions me
"What do you want to do?.with me with us ?
As stubborn as I am I tend find another path way to answer so I say
Just leave it,
2am sleepless nights.
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that's Y I wrote iT.
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