4am

 It's 4 am in a minute or so

I'm starting slowly to let go

Lost the count of days, but won't check

Don't want to remember, don't want to regret.

Listened to a song and made my own drama

Thinking in my mind about all this karma

Being grateful for how much I admire

That I'm letting go despite my desire.

Many people wondered what I write about

If this is my life, why is it too loud

But I get inspired by people around me

Telling their stories or writing down my dreams

If I got a coin every time someone told me

That my writings must be about them

I would now be farther than you could see me

Not coming back at this again

My cards have been telling me more 

That you will soon reach out, that you won't let go

But I will keep sitting here with emotions 

Silently choosing from all of my options.

Because I get to choose who I love, what I feel

I get to build my craziest dream

So call me insane or call me a goddess

I am in between. But never will be less.

It started to get cold once you left my skin

But I had to keep myself warm from within

So I made me a blanket out of what I feel

Because I knew at least that was once real.

'Cause I made a blanket from all of my feelings

Knowing they're valid, don't need reassurance.

One day we might look back at it and laugh

Thinking how childish we used to be

Me - writing my poems at 4 and a half

You - being only in my memory.