poetry at 1:13 am

And you said you love me with all your beating heart, and how perfect I was, yet I’m tearing your lies you said that night. Then you asked me what makes me happy, “The truth” I timidly replied, you looked me in the eyes, I giggled, my nervous betrayed my heart, then touching my face you elaborate, “I love you, you’re my everything and the love of my life”. A tear ran down my cheek and suddenly I realized you didn’t hear a word that came out of my mouth. �"Poetry at 1:13 am, re.