WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY
You broke my heart today.
it was unbReakablE
You proved me wrong
and I can’t
I can’t stOp thinkinG of midniGHT
(it’s a sonG)

I keep thinking
I should have seen u all along
I keep thinking
That we were midnight
AND I aM scaReD
I HATE to be lost
v u l n e r a b l e and unaware
Of the damaging STRENgth you had

but

We arE midnight
Pushing through thE dark
Pushing back
And after a while
I only see starry skies

not black

yes yes I know
this poem makes no sense
and That’s how

Love goes
it’s nonsense