3am.
We never put a label on what we were and this haunts me day by day. I will never truly know what I was or meant to you and the thought of it terrifies me
YOU ARE READING
3am
Poetry3am. My heart is screaming out your name. It hurts so bad and I am still so in love with you. "What do I do?" my heart cries. "Express the pain" my mind says.
Night 39
3am.
We never put a label on what we were and this haunts me day by day. I will never truly know what I was or meant to you and the thought of it terrifies me