I used to love the mornings
but now they remind me too much of waking up beside you
watching you squint as the sun hits your face when I adjust the blinds
listening to you laugh as I jump on you asking what plans you have for the day
makes me remember when I would wait forever for you to get out of bed
so that we could start the day together

now I hate the mornings
waking up alone
again
and
again
and
again
while you wake up happy and beside someone that isnt me

and I am so angry
that you took away my favourite part of the day
and turned it into a time that I no longer look forward to