2am Thoughts

by Makenzie Campbell

And so you’re nineteen lying in your bedroom, eyes damp and breaths heavy, wondering why love hasn’t swung your way. Although you know young love is just false hope, you still crave to be wanted by another heartbeat.

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I see this boring and insecure version of myself when I was with you. And I see that person in the future too. I can’t imagine anyone loving me, being infatuated with my existence, if I couldn’t even be that person to you.

uh oh…. this one cut too deep