2 AM

It's 2am

The time I lay thinking about you

thinking about all

the mistakes I've made

and all the regrets i have

these past 2 years.

 

The time I spent with you

was only forever and a day

and how you ran your fingers

through my hair

and how now I run my fingers

over my scars

wishing the fact that I could

take it all back.

 

The time i wasted

dreaming about our future

and all the memories

i've made with you.

 

It's fucking 2am in the morning

Tell me that you don't love me

cause what tears me apart is that you don't.


 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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