she falls apart

It’s past 12, I need to rest,
But sleep refuse to claim me.
So I lie on my mattress, looking west,
And think of you and me…

I feel cold and solemn, and I tear
I miss your kiss
Bewildered in the thoughts of our memories
I earn for your presence, a presence that I no longer deserve
and one day I will wither, away
with a small but delicate scar that reads
‘I love you’

Written by Caffee