It's 2 in the morning now
Here you are not caring and here I am
Overthinking and crying
I'll sleep now and I'll wake up tomorrow
And I'll forget all about you
But the night will come
It always does , it has to..
And here you are
Creeping to my mind... again
Crashing me...again
Breaking me...again
Stepping over my heart with your feet...again
And I give you what you want...again
But I'll sleep to escape the torture , the thoughts
It's a habit now
Me sleeping to avoid everything
But there are nights when I wish you'd show up at my door at 2 in the morning
And cuddle me till the thoughts burn or fade away
And there are nights when all I wish for is that you'd call and promise to set me free.
-I'm tired of not being able to shake you from under my skin
YOU ARE READING
The Unexpected
PoetryThings I've learned , things I got over , things I'm still trying to heal from , memories , things that had happened to me and how I feel about them , tough times , good times , misery , joy All turned into poetry... Hope you like it All love...❤
