Your passing broke me into pieces-
I am now incapable of love.

I'll meet you soon,
*Grandfather.

You don't understand that,

In every pain there is beauty
& in beauty there is pain

You don't understand that.

Maybe if you didn't look at me hard enough
You would still find something to love about me;
The lies i created till i believed them-
and you should too

But you learnt the things about me
no one else and i even knew about.
& you decided that the real me
just wasn't lovable enough

& You realised that the real me
just wasn't enough

It's okay.
Everything will be okay.

4 am is for lovers who went separate ways,
not for the in love asleep in comforting embrace.

it’s for the broken souls wandering aimlessly,
looking for a friend, looking for company.

It's for the painful heart wrenching confession,
or moans of pleasure in the throes of passion.

But my 4am is for the one i hold so dearly,
yet can't have because he doesn't want me.

In a blink of an eye I lost you.
Just like that.
And I no longer knew what to do
when all I did when I woke up
was to look at you.