Text me at 2am

Cloudy morning, heavy head Thought about you instead Tried to shake it off by noon Played it cool like I’m immune Afternoon, I kept busy Told myself it’s just a memory By the night I numbed it down Didn’t wanna scroll around Didn’t wanna see your face Didn’t wanna feel replaced But at 2AM The silence won And I reached for you Like I always do (spoken, low, almost embarrassed) “Hey… I know we didn’t work out, but I kinda miss talking to you. About everything. The universe. Conspiracies. Us. Maybe we could try being friends again.” Blue light on my skin Heart racing, paper thin Three dots dancing on the screen Felt like maybe something green Then you said it wouldn’t be right Talking to an ex at night “It’s not healthy, we should move on.” Guess I was the only one And I sank again Like I always do Every time I think There’s still me and you What kinda boy writes books like that Talks so deep, acts so aware Says he’s grown, evolved, detached But can’t even care You say it’s boundaries You say it’s growth But it just feels cold If I’m being honest Text me at 2AM Tell me you lied Tell me you miss The late night rides Text me at 2AM Say you were scared Say you still think I was rare But you won’t You’re too composed Too self-aware To lose control So I’ll just sit here Phone in my hand Talking to ghosts You don’t understand Text me at 2AM …even if I’m the only one who does.