5:00 AM
I can hear thin breathing, as you sleep.
I know, lately sleep was hard to get.
The cold air is surrounding us,
just like the thin piece of darkness covers us.
My head was on your shoulder as you slept,
I fiddled with your hair and you sleepily,
whispered "do you still love me..?"
I know, I had it inside "yes.." I admitted.
I could feel my lungs, exploding.
Trying to grow back like star fishes-Patrick Starfish.
I was gasping for air inside, you didn't answer.
I knew, you had it in you, that you would say "no".
So, I would casually fake smile for you.
Because, all you wanted me for was a friend.
Not, a lover. Just a friend in trust and need.
I could feel myself, wishing for us together.
So I continued, fiddling with your hair,
hearing your shallow breathing as you sleep.
I know your eyes was shut closed, dreaming.
The air was still cold, it was still 5:00 AM.
And I was still left in love with you.