On lonely nights I'll scroll through our old pictures,
I smile through tears.
On happy days I'll scroll through our old messages,
I laugh and cry.
On days in general there isn't a moment that you aren't on my mind.
I wish I could go back to the day you said you were leaving,
I wish I believed you when you said, "You'll miss me, and I hope you're miserable."
I am...
I miss you.
I am miserable.
But at least your happy.
YOU ARE READING
3 A.M. Thoughts
PoetryWhen the moon has fully risen and the stars are watching the thoughts of a girl flow across a page. Curl up and enjoy my shitty writings.
