#omn7

It’s two am and I miss you

It’s two am and my thoughts remained fixed on the thing we couldn’t fix

It’s two am and all I can think about burden of not enough time we couldn’t lift

It’s two am and all I can think about is Your love language spelled out in hieroglyphs

More symbols than. words

More seen than. heard

More felt. than anything else

In that moment I couldn’t see past what could have had been

Hubris my sin

It’s two am and I miss you

How the sun misses the moon

It’s two am and I miss you

How boy misses his first love

It’s two am and I miss you

How bees miss the flowers bloom

It’s two am and I miss you

It’s two am and I can’t stop thinking about even if I wanted too

The XXX price has found a home.

I remember the first time I held your hand

It felt like two clouds crashing together

Causing storms of biblical proportions

Now I feel I’m in this more than you ever were

Now I feel more distant

Now I feel like a remnant

I’m assuming you want to feel less human

By consuming your emotions and burying them deep in self

I don’t think we can ever be friends

Because we were lovers

We always end up hating each other

I don’t think we can ever be friends

I thought I couldn’t think past this moment

Yet here I am standing In The after math of our past

The last thunderstorm I’ll ever stand in

You lack the substance of our past tense

The irony of this isn’t lost on me

Maybe my short sight isn’t as bright as it should be

When it comes to the concept of we

There’s no other place I’d rather be

But I don’t think we can ever be friends

I don’t think we can ever be friends

Because we were lovers

We always end up hating each other