wanting a little more two a.m.

i’m not having second thoughts
honest, I’m not
i’m having a thousand thoughts
but none of them
are anything like regret
and i manage to contradict myself
at least twice in every sentence
and every honest moment
is filled with a million lies
i know who i am
but still am a stranger to myself
i hope i spoke my truth
as much as i know of it
and i know i talk too much
broken and fucked up
can’t describe why
this makes sense to me
but you’re my one
i can’t fix you
broken or whole, i love you
i want to stand next to you
to lay inches away
and whisper all i think
or keep silent
and feel your breath
as you fall asleep again

In response to Second Thoughts.


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