In the Midnight Hour

There isn’t a day that goes by, where thoughts of you don’t consume my mind;

I have actually tried to use memories to recreate your human document, but it’s been so long, I can’t.

I know it’s wishful thinking, but I still wish you love me.

We are all fools in love, ‘tis true.

No matter the intensity I borrow to make my love cease, it magnifies.

I simply want what I can’t have.

Rest is summoning me; should I stay awake any longer, the issues of my heart may flow freely.

Forgive my nonsense of the midnight hour.

~ j. grey