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