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