Its 3:24 am
My mind is still lost in the woods
Or is it the intoxicating reality
shoved down my throat
that blurs my thoughts
from accessing different avenues
of what could have been

324 times he tried calling
But you missed the calls
Missed the love
he longed to pour
Missed the story
that could have been

She tried to forgive you 3 times
but she couldn't almost always
sit around and fret
2 times, she caught you
4 times, you swore never again
but
your tale is that of oil and water
you couldn't have been