It's half past four here I am wide awake, unable to sleep because every time I close my eyes I see you. I can't close my eyes, nor can I rest without having you as my last thought. Do you hear the drops of rain starting to pour? I felt pathetic about twenty minutes ago. I had this urge to cry, to let out my emotions, to open up a little, but then I remembered what I was told. I remembered how I had to act in this situation when it's late at night and the day crosses my mind when I remember you're not here when I face the reality that it was a dream and it hurts the most when I realize how alone these days have been. Do you feel the atmosphere changing slightly? Or is it just me? Love, don't take me for someone who is weak since I'm not here crying over you instead here I am being the strong being I am said to be. Do you hear the rain starting to come to an end? Or am I the only one here that can feel it? You're not dreaming of me, it saddens me to know that, yet still, I'm here thinking about you. It's late, I know you're fast asleep, I know you're not here to listen to my insanity, but I can't seem to fall asleep with a million thoughts of you crossing my mind. I can't fall asleep knowing I'm not going to be in your arms when I wake up. I want to ask if you can and if you are doing well without me, but I can't find the courage to. Most importantly, I want to ask do you notice that the rain stopped?
YOU ARE READING
He's gone
Poetry[Completed] Someone leaves you, all the good memories play over and over in your head till it's too much. Every emotion you feel gets too much. Like you want to scream them out and I just wrote them down.
