4 a.m.

4 A.M.,
I know what it's like,
To overthink when it's past bedtime,
The voracious thoughts of what had occured,
The laconic thoughts of my visions in blur.

4 A.M.,
I know what it's like,
To wait for a message before daylight,
A sound of a beep plus tears in your eyes,
Hush to sleep because things won't be fine.

4 A.M.,
I know what it's like,
To be a victim of a unparalleled mind,
To fall for a friend that you chose just to hide,
To ignore all the feelings and make it all right.