Nights are the worst.

The darkness,

The thoughts,

The insecurities,

It is all just bad.

 

An empty room,

The moon peeking through the blinds,

Thoughts.

Loneliness.

It is all the worst.

 

I lay and think about everything

Past, present, future.

The “what-ifs”

The “could-have-beens”

The “what-should-dos”

 

All of a sudden, three things hit me:

One,

You stole my heart.

Two,

You threw it into the ocean.

Three,

I’m afraid to swim.

 

And then I realize,

This feeling is the worst.

 

And just like that,

I’m onto a new thought.