The Life of A F*ck up

2am thoughts

monday august 17 2020
There’s something about the way air hits your skin at 1am as your drive with your windows down and music blasting
It’s like you’re cold but you can still feel the heat from the boy you just laid with
you get home not quite ready to go in so you turn your music down and find one last song to cover up the sound coming from your head
you stumble inside with your hair a wreck and mascara smeared your sent is no longer some cheap perfume you bought, you smell like him
but for the first time in awhile you feel something
the way his finger trace your skin and his lips gently rest on yours
the way his hand wraps around your neck while you’re fingers are tangled in his hair
it’s almost like you can feel his energy
but you know this time next week you’ll lay in bed and only want your own presence
the numbness will come back and you’ll run from him because being with him brings feelings and you’re a girl with no heart