it's 1:19am and no, i am not up at this hour of the night because i am upset. i am not up crying, i am for once not awake because my heart is aching. i am awake, and talking to you, and i am not at all sad. i know i should be sleeping. i know i'll be tired in the morning. but i can't say that i'll regret this. some people say everything happens for a reason, you make choices whether you think about them or not but every choice puts you where you need to be on the correct path in your life because you have one life and there is only one way to live it: your way. so i know that although i have regretted things before, there was nothing differently i could have done, because by the time i had realized i should have done something differently you have already done it, and there is no rewind button on life. every choice puts you exactly where you should be. sometimes i doubt that a little bit, but i am a firm believer of fate. what should be, will be. and everything happens for a reason.
so again, here it is, 1:23am. i will be tired tomorrow. on any other night i would be awake at this hour due to burning tear soaked cheeks or an aching sadness. but not tonight. tonight i am wide awake and happy. for once, i am happy. because i believe things are finally one the path back to where they should be. i'm glad you called. i'm glad everything happened the way it did. because it led to where we are now. working together. in agreement. and once, for the first time in forever, you said it. you said it first.
I love you.
–1:25am
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realities of a broken soul | poetry
PoetryA collection of my private, most cherished poems. authors note: certain poems talk in relation to self harm or depression, including mentions of suicide. such poems are marked with an "(x)" in the chapter title.
