three a.m. is here again,
greeting me in her dark, cold, and lonely embrace.
up at this time alone, in love, and very drunk.
slurring the words as the world spins around,
thinking again of the sins that are dreamed up in her mind.
she feels if she can't be happy, she can at least be drunk.
she feels guilty guilty guilty .GUILTY.
that damned word slams around her brain,
because she fucking loves him. SHE loves HIM.
the feelings are whipping around like a hurricane in side her heart.
she feels herself getting lost trying to find her way out.
another deep swallow and she drops a tear.
as her world crumbles she starts to have fear.
oh, how she wishes she could just be next to you.
he gave her nightmares from the happiness his touch brought her.
as soon as his fingers left her skin she felt their absence on her soul,
so unsatisfied by everything else she aches for him.
drinking in the middle of the night, did nothing to help her forget the feeling of their lips searching hungryly for the other.
crying didnt bring him back, losing sleep didnt work either.
breaking walls and hurting herself wasn't bringing her any closer.
being with strangers, trying to feel something, didnt lessen the hole in her heart because it wasn't him. they weren't him.
pushing everyone else away from the fear of being hurt only helped her to feel his loss even more.
no editing on this one. i just dont want to bother.
~the midnighters
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mente et toto corde ex animo
Poesíathe title is latin for riddled writing from the heart mind and soul i have always loved writing and this will be my perfect outlet.
