It's 2 am and I am wide awake in bed
Because my mind is replaying the words that you said
How you say you love me
But you can't really see me
And I keep hearing these sad songs on the radio
And I keep selfishly wanting you to know
That there's a part of me that wants you to tell her you love me
Oh, wouldn't that be lovely?
I had hoped that you could save me
But, I am too far deep
And my demons are drowning me
While you're still trying to choose me or her
But, which would be worse?
You really seeing me?
Or, you crushing me with reality?
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Lost Letters To No One
RandomSnippets of emotion from the abyss that is my soul.~ Me trying to be poetic at 3 am...