Midnights make me miss you

I write, crying in my bedroom at one am, all alone

I know that he left to make the hurting stop,

but what I don't know is how the pain was never worth our love to him

It was to me.

I would've stayed forever,

because I was always comfortable with him,

even if it hurt.

And I know he doesn't think about me anymore,

but the memories of him,

of us,

still haunt me.

He haunts me when I'm happy,

surrounded by people I love.

And he haunts me when I'm all alone,

crying, missing you,

when I'm alone and spiraling,

when it's midnight again.

(Based on Midnight Rain by Taylor Swift, not exactly my favorite song, but one I've been feeling lately)