it's midnight and i should be asleep,
it's midnight but i'm leaving to see you.
it's midnight and everything is silent,
and it's midnight and i'm praying i won't get caught.
and it was midnight when i asked myself if i loved you,
because i still believed sex and love had positive correlations.
and it was midnight when i was in tears over you, because of some dumb girl.
it was midnight when i decided i would never see you again.
it was midnight when i couldn't bring myself to that.
i couldn't uphold my own promise to myself, so i promised you i would see you the next midnight.
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poetry from a girl in love
Poetrythe loving, the hating, the searching, the healing. [ inspired by rupi kaur's milk and honey ]
