Late nights

It’s when my mind starts to go into overdrive & I don’t stop thinking about everything. Everything from what happened last night to what happened during the day. I can’t stop thinking about all of that random mess.

But as I’m sitting here tonight, I wonder where you are & what you’re doing. I wonder if you’re thinking about me like I’m thinking about you & if you’re missing me like I’m missing you.

But I quickly write it off—- you’re not doing those things. We’re not one in the same. We’re not a two of a kind, we’re really nothing alike & that’s when I start to notice how crazy we really are to even keep coming back to this same place.

What’s so special about this? Nothing… Nothing at all. We still end up hurting each other then walking away. We’re just foolish kids, trying so hard to make something, anything seem real.