2 A.M. is for the poets
who can't sleep because
their minds are alive
with words for someone
who's not there

2 A.M. is for the alcoholics,
drinking themselves to amnesia
to forget someone who left

2 A.M. is not for the lovers,
asleep in each other's arms.
It is for the lonely,
the ones who are in love
with the loved but are
not loved in return.

– billiondays

She beckons me,
with fickle hand,
in silken gloves,
to her demand.

Her crown above,
Her veiled face
Her body poised,
with noxious grace.

awaiting now,
Her harsh decree,
i kneel down,
beneath Her feet.

Her hands swing down,
Her gloves grow red,
reopens wounds,
already bled.

She sends me off,
i must comply,
such is my lot,
until i die.

i can't prepare,
i simply wait,
for greedy hands,
i know as Fate.

A great author once wrote
We accept the love we think we deserve.

And though the words were not my own
They stuck to me like gum beneath the chairs in my school
And I found myself reading them over and over again
Doing my best to soak in every single piece of truth  
That was crashing on my head like waves

And when you told me that he really loved you
And you still believed him
You broke my heart

Because the love that you know
Is not a grain of sand on the seashore
Or a star in the heavens
Or a blade of grass in the forest
Or a snowflake in winter

It is a word that cannot be found in the dictionary
A letter from no one's alphabet
A direction that can never be travelled
A lantern that cannot be seen in the dark

You have never heard
That love is for real
That it will strike you like lightening
You will feel it in your fingertips
In your lungs
In your bones
You have never heard
That there is a man who will never leave you
Who will love you like a word
Not like the weather

You tell me that there is nothing to be said
Nothing helps
But I disagree

You don't know love
But one day you will
And that love is not temporary
It is forever.

Just wait for the the storm