4:37 am
In my head 4am was a time for the city that never sleeps,
For the city of sins,
In my head 4am was for people who were in for the fun
The ones who partied,
And stayed up late with the strangers they met earlier that exciting night.
And I met you ,
I still thought the same thing,
Because I was up at 4am on phone calls with you,
Or with butterflies that fluttered all around my stomach,
I was restless because i was happy,
But then you left,
And my reason for being restless went from happy to god awful sad,
And 4am wasn’t such a happy time
It was a time of screaming your name and
Trying to stay calm
And force feeding myself alcohol just so I could close my eyes and not see your name tattooed to the back of my eyelids