It is 3 am.
My mind won't let me sleep like them.
Thinking about my life over and over again.
These thoughts are messing around with my head.
I am wondering how to live without you since you left.
Where are you when I need you to calm my mind?
Especially in the middle of the night with tears in my eyes.
Hold me tight even when you are not already mine.
Tell me how became so fucking hard.
Turning into somebody else.
Love and hate should go hand in hand because hating you was the most beautiful love I have ever felt.
YOU ARE READING
3 am thoughts
PoetryПоезия за всичко, което ни държи будни нощем. За всичко, което премълчаваме и игнорираме и така дълбоко с усмивка прикриваме. **надявам се всеки да намери част от себе си тук**
