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I still get into my feels about you, when I’ve had a few glasses of wine and I’m alone at 2 AM.

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All I can think about is you. Your kiss. How when you press your lips against mine I can tell you’re different.

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I came to realize that there’s something missing in my life. But that piece is still unknown. Maybe a person? A touch? A drink? I don’t know.

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Because at 2 am, last call was just announced and, these days, goodbyes are a little too reminiscent of death.

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I wish all the words we shared were as honest and raw as the ones that escape from our lips during one night’s end and one morning’s beginning.

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You’re staying up until 2 AM for the wrong reasons. Because you’re wasted. Because you’re heartbroken. Because you’re bored and lonely and scrolling through social media until you’re forced to surrender to sleep.

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I don’t want your late nights, I want you middays when you’re over the workday and you just can’t wait to come home to someone.

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The moon asks me if I will ever forget you, and I can’t help but confess that I’ve learned to forget everything in the past but I couldn’t forget the way you made me feel, I tell the moon that I learned how to forget everyone who hurt me but I still haven’t learned how to forget you.