pent up

It's 2am. You needed someone to talk to but you don't know who to call. You don't know who'd care. You don't know whom you can trust. Should trust. You don't know, you don't know. Everything seems so blurry. Your mind is messed up, you can't think straight. Your heart is all mixed up, you don't know what to feel. All you want to do is curl your body, wrap yourself in a blanket, and just cry. When all tears are gone, again you'll feel like talking to someone. So you finally reach out and call that someone.

 

"Tomorrow."

"We'll see each other later."

Fine, fine. That's fine.

But let me ask you some things...

What if tomorrow never comes?

What if I say tomorrow is too late?

What if later is not what I want?

What if what I need is here and now instead of later?

My heart is not something that you can put on hold.

My heart beats.

It feels.

It screams.

It gets tired.

So I ask you again, what if tomorrow never comes?

What if I say tomorrow is too late?

What if later is not what I want?

What if what I need is here and now instead of later?

What if? What if?

Well, the point is...

I needed you but you weren't there.

I'm tired of reaching out.

I'm tired of screaming.

I am just tired.

Just tired.

 

 

"Don't promise me your tomorrows, it might not come. Save your laters for someone else because I do not want it."