there is something
about the world ending
that makes us appreciate
the things we hog on year after year,
the people who we don't pay as much attention to,
the meaning behind every gesture,
the sunshine even at sunset,
the ability to feel the day in its full 24-hours,

he said that this doesn't change anything,
that he doesn't love me any less,

except there was a change,
this time around I broke my own heart,
and for that I loved myself less.

there she is,
laying in her bed,
wide awake
when it’s 4 am,
waiting for her lover's call

she is the sunrise shining from the west,
and he is the sunset that lovers adore,
darkness was her enemy that resided in his mind,
and arrogance never allowed her to stay down,
sometimes,
they cant handle the hours
that keep them apart,
so their colors dim
and tears fall out of the sky

the question is do you miss me
when we are fighting about
something you did
and something i said
because if the answer is no,
do you even truly love me?

i did not leave
because i thought you
would eventually ask me to stay,

yet i spent the night
and you still had not asked