Restless in bed at 2am

The time for the writers, poets, empty thoughts and longing feelings

The time where you really stop and wonder if he’s doing the same thing in his bed thinking of you

But he isn’t

And that's why you’re here

In the 2am time-frame

The thoughts seem simple enough

But you overthink until it feels like the pits of hell

The hell he left you to burn in

While he sleeps sound-fully with the girl you would **** to be

2am