Time like this…

It’s time where you find me crawling under my cold sheets while the only thing that’s louder than the ticking clock is the sound of my thoughts, thoughts that makes me lose sleep when it’s 3 in the morning thinking if you still up too. 

I don’t know if I should be mad at you for not calling me in the morning asking how was my sleep last night or if I had my morning coffee yet, I don’t know why I’m still waiting for you, although I lost all the chances for having you back. 

I’m here struggling between missing you and trying to forget you. I miss how you wish me goodnight every night before I shut my eyelids, I miss your I love you’s in the middle of my talk, I miss the butterflies you always give me, your laugh, your voice. I miss you.

I miss you so much and I hate it. I hate that I loved you so fucking much and it’s fucking me up right now. I miss you and I end up doing nothing about it. 



  1. samithoughts1 · November 7, 2017

    Oh how sad.how could you give up the love and allow I it no room to grow. Peace be with you.


  2. Jamz Jamz · October 31, 2017

    This poem, is to corny! I mean, nobody’s corny as shit nowadays, though! Either than that, the poem is very cute, I like it.

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