January 2nd, this is a night i won’t remember.
opening my window to hear the sound of the screaming rain.
looking to see the orange street lights shining brighter that the stars upon the night sky.
my eyelids heavier than weights, yet i lay in silence with my eyes wide open.
wishing for his warmth next to me as i write this silly poetry.
wishing for a kiss on the cheek and a murmer to ask me to go back to sleep
sadness creeping around the corner as i think of the non-existed him.
the rain has stopped, leaving my bones cold cause of the wind from the north.
devastated from the lack of talent in writing, a burning desire to write like a god and have everyone wrapped around my finger
but at least i documented a night i won’t remember.