4am

It's 4 am And usually at this time in the night I dream of the most desired By my head But today I think of him Another him Who stole my thoughts and heart Just by snapping his fingers. He got stuck under my skin And keeps craving inside my bones Invading every little piece of my body With confusion I don't talk to him often Our drama is inevitable But when I do I feel fireworks and ending of the world All at the same time We argue and we make up But tonight is different Because tonight, I miss him more than I ever did.