For you, A.J.

Are you there, somewhere in the city of Sydney, perhaps still awake?
Now I’m lying in bed without goodnight texts you probably last sent to someone else
Drowning myself in the mess of tears you once swore you’d spend your whole life to clean up
Restless nights thinking of how your days went by without me being a part of
Explaination is all the lullabies I need tonight and any other nights when I forgot you’re no longer mine
Ask yourself, if I really mean nothing to you, let the quiet azure eyes of yours melt into the deep dark brown eyes of mine and tell me it’s not me that you want
Slam the door only after you tell me what went wrong, after your eyes don’t spark when it meet mine.

I miss you.

a 19 year old who writes shitty poems and loves indie bands.
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