It is tranquil here
Everything silent the air is clear
Unlike the deafening roars
Ringing in my ears.
My vision has begun
To blur
To disappear
A half-drunken cup of coffee sits on the table
Just beyond my reach
A black fur ball curled beside me
Her gentle even breaths
Soothing my own.
I am at home in the gentle whir of the ceiling fan
In the darkness
In the purple half-moons that encompass my honey eyes.
I am at home in this silent chaos
Yet I wish to be elsewhere,
Among the wild city that never sleeps
Or the roaring oceans down the street
Or high in the clouds above
Anywhere beyond my
cautious, safe room.
But a wish is not an action,
And I am too tired to get up.

I sit here at 2AM looking for quotes to say I love you
But none of them are just quite right
So how about something from a washed up poet who decided to try tonight
I'm usually good with words but you make my mind jumble
You make my heart race and make my words fumble
When I'm with you, I can't be sad
You always make me so happy even when you're the reason I'm mad
Silences are never awkward and cuddles are devine
You brighten my dark places, you're my sunshine
Love like this doesn't just happen, it has to be God's design... Right?
Me and you? We're one of a kind
Like our fates are somehow intertwined
This isn't perfect but I hope when you see it you'll smile, at the words of a washed up poet who can't get you out of her mind

The typical 2 a.m. poem is messy
because middle of the night thoughts have no structure

The typical 2 a.m. poem is deep
because darkness is perfect for existentialism

The typical 2 a.m. poem is raw
because it's hard to edit when you're tired

This 2 a.m. poem is just another 2 a.m. poem
desperately trying to be unique

we both know that
you're no good for me,
but we still find ourselves
knee deep in thoughts
about what we could have been

You are so much more
than the thoughts
that keep you up
in the middle of the night.
Breathe easy,
this will pass.
Just like it always does.

2 am ,
Knowing i have stuff to do,
Why do i wake up out of my dreams,
When i dont see you ,
I think of you .....

Do i have you up to ?
Is it hard for you to sleep?
Even though i haven't spoken to you,
In a way i miss the real you...
The one who gave me love and actually felt me..
The one who held me and protected me,
Never exposed me to anyone that wasnt you...

Was my love too "perfect" for you?
I did the things i was supposed to do ,
You questioned me ,
And said to me,
"But i never asked you to.."
It's because my love is real for you ...
Thought you should know,
Cause i know you lurking
They never did say that
True Love was perfect,
I bet that you'll see,
I was really worth it ...
I remember everything you've said,
Even tho I'm gone away,
We at a distance now...

I'm up at 2 am ,
When later i got stuff to do ....
I'm crazy as hell,
Cause lil baby obviously I'm not a priority to you .

The clock strikes
two times;
people are still
awake:
standing in corridors
talking.
All these window
shutters.
Arranging all of them
nicely,
what am I even
doing?
Is this how I spend
my time?

The emptiness that comes to me
Doesn't come when the sun shines
It comes when the night stars litter the sky
Where the darkest souls come to play
That is when the desolation of my soul begins
Burning memories remind me of where I am
Lost in the past, while drowning in the future
What future could be placed in this obscure void
Glimmering moments of ecstasy slip through the holes
Seconds of bliss show what could be
To be content
Before the flood of hopelessness returns again

I fell in love with 2 am
The silence...
The stars...
I fell
Truly...
Deeply...
Madly...
But I hated 2 am
The thoughts...
The memories...
I felt
Pain...
Hurt...
Grief...
But 2 am is
Constant...
Steady...
You
lie...
cheat...
vanish...