12 AM

Started as a personal journal entry a while back at 12 AM, but ended as some sort of poem.

He'll put ideas in your head like a child putting change in their piggy bank

He sends you texts

Oh, but isn't the world so perfect?

But he didn't show up again

It's 12 AM.

He'll drown you with compliments

Just a beg for forgiveness

Where is he tonight?

It's 12 AM.

You'll look for him every immobile way you can

Oh, he's with her tonight?

You'll fall asleep with shallow puddles under your cheek

It's 12 AM.

He'll take you to dinner

You feel the world is perfect again

His embrace is enchanting

You really love him don't you?

He'll ask you to stay the night

No options; a need

You make love at 12 AM.

He'll send you home when the sun takes its shift

His love still running through your veins

His touch still on your skin

You really love him don't you?

Days will pass still no contact

He'll text you to say he wants to see you

Where is he tonight?

He texts really late

He bailed on you, didn't he?

It's 12 AM.

You question everything

You blame yourself for being you

"Maybe if I were her, you'd be lying next to me."

Where is he tonight?

Having a good time with his friends?

You're alone crying-

Trying to sleep your life away

Do you really love him?

It's 12 AM.

Author's Note

This isn't meant to be anything too serious or professional, this was just my own personal journal entry I wrote one night at 12 AM about my feelings and things. Please let me know what you enjoyed or didn't enjoy. Please and Thank you! :)