1 AM (dont ask what the poem is about)

You asked me something

I’ve never answered before.

You’re just a boy reaching further

to find what I’m looking for.

You’re just a boy past 1am

wishing he knew more.

Because I can’t speak for you,

I won’t say this is war.

I’ll pray you lie in rest

and sleep in until four.

I’m scared you’ll want to talk-

I know I’ll be a bore.

I gave you something

destined to stay in my drawer.

I’m just a girl holding out

to see if you’re still sure.

Just a girl past 1am

patching the re-blooming sores.

Because I know what it’s like

to spill your guts on the floor,

I won’t leave you to clean yourself

and re-lock the door.

I’ve been known to do that

but it doesn’t serve me anymore.

Now that I know you,

I’ve stopped tallying scores.

We no longer linger

like the ghosts in your door.

Though I’ve waited for years,

for you, I would have waited more.

After all, we’re just kids past 1am

who can shut their front doors.

Just kids past 1am

sleepwalking dirty floors.

Just kids past 1am

waving flags of war.

Mine is red.

Yours is white.

And I lower mine with a smile

because I don’t need it anymore.