The Late Hours

Also wrote this at 14, who hurt me>

sitting up late up at night,

sleep and I had one hell of a fight,

insomnia at its finest.

Thinking of you

well, thinking of us.

God knows you and I had such a trust.

It was thick, like the coffee you drank.

It was warm, like my ever-lasting heartache.

It was sworn, like your love for me.

But yet at the end you show no mercy.

I'm confused,

I don't know how to feel

everything is just so unreal.

I become a sniffling child as my lips caress your name

at this point nothing will be the same

aching for you

this was never love,

it was just a hobby.

Author's Note

I was 14 and sad. (I am almost 20 now so there's been some time)