Every midnight,
I find it hard to fall asleep,
stuck staring at these photographs, of you and me and how our hearts smiled with the love that we have found, as I wonder how did we got here when we couldv've tried harder.
while I imagine, you are at the bar, trying to forget my face and the way I pinch your shoulders and your cheeks. Drinking all your sadness away, because lately, you realized that her love wasn't the one you really wanted.
And I know, that though my eyes would hurt staring at this phone, I will still be waiting for you...
That maybe at 2 am or 3, you will be drunk calling me, telling how much you missed my touch and my lips, telling how a fool you've been for leaving.
Maybe when alcohol enters your veins, you would call me and ask if we could try again.
But all these sleepless nights I spent have grown in numbers my fingers cannot anymore count,
and not even once, you have called.