There’s something about this lovely time of morning that
Brings out and uglier, less sane side of me.
Its twelve AM and you’ve been on my mind
For an ungodly number of hours. Memories of you in every
Corner of my brain, I begin to
Wonder if ever this will stop: memories of you and
I constantly slipping through the cracks in the
Walls that I so faithfully built up. These walls were
Designed to be you-proof, But I guess I forgot to
Forget all of our memories. &don’t worry, honey.
It isn’t your fault: I can’t help but to forget how
To forget them, Detailed accounts of our
Lust and our passion are etched onto these pages. Poetry
Written by candle light about the feel of your
Hands, the taste of your lips, the
Sound of your whispers, the smell of your hoodies, the
Desire in your eyes, its all here. Written in poetic words on these pages. Meant never
to be forgotten by you or by I.
But it’s happened: You forgot. And thats why
I’m up at this hour, because It hurts
too much to dream about you every night.