it's 1:42 AM and i can't stop crying, i long for the days we were in eachothers arms even in my dreams, and i can't seem to stop imagining you here holding me and saying you'll never leave like the night before you did, and my father is outside my door asking if i'm alright, even though i say yes he knows i'm not, and he wants to kill you for hurting me but i still love you so i won't let him.
