I remember the little things from 2AM
the sound of the typewriter
Eternal Sunshine for the spotless mind playing in the background
the faint smell of coffee
I remember the big things from 3AM
how loud your voice was when you yelled at me
all the broken glass laying around
the strong smell of blood
I remember the words from 4AM
"I love you"
"But I can't do this"
"Its me, not you"
I remember the tastes from 5AM
Salty tears and hard liquor
I remember at 6AM
Thinking that I'm not a morning person and crawled into bed
I'm super proud of this one, idk why but I am.