it's 2:46am and I
don't want to fall asleep
with the thought of waking
up tomorrow without you

your clothes are scattered across
my floor
seeming to stay glued to
the fibers of my carpet
the last I have left of you

our last kiss
tears streaming down your face
"I'm sorry"
plays like a broken record
in my head
yet the image of your
lips meeting with
hers on that cold
november
night
sticks a rod in my
head
in my
chest
in my
lungs
in my
entire body so clear

2:52am and I
wish I had never
believed that you would be different