12:05 am, drunk text, honest words fingers brush the send button message sent reads the screen, sweaty palms, backtracking hit delete, no use eyes close, deep breath message received
1:00 am, sober thoughts angry groan, swear words escape your lips, waiting, hoping, praying hit open, no use eyes close, deep sigh no reply
3:16 am**, point of no return parallel realities flash by one good, one bad one yes, one no call him? no use eyes close, almost asleep one new text
Yeah, I know it's probably not my best work, but the idea was on my mind for days. Hope you like it! I think it's more about the form of the poem.