2am: the sinner’s saint, the saint’s sinner


You used to wake up after 2am
with little notes of how
it made your heart melt,
knowing without a trace of doubt
that you had found the one.
Last night, you told me nothing good
comes after 2am.

Every day, I tell myself,
this will be the day
you become a memory.
But that thing that digs
a finger deep into a fresh wound
is what the memory of you
has become.

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