After all that time, for all the smiles,

all the cries, all the looks into your eyes,

all the times we tried and yet you still couldn't find

a way to show me you were ever mine.

And I'll carry on, pretending I'm fine,

letting go of the part of me that's died,

but did you really think you were being kind,

when you told me I was still on your mind.

I hope you know the mess you left behind

and I wish to god you were never in my life.

I spent all day writing, editing, rewriting. I spent the day rearranging words and deleting sentences in the hopes my piece would be better this evening than it was this morning. Whether it is or isn't is irrelevant though, because regardless of how good it may seem, it will never be good enough.

Late nights are my favourite kind of late. I sit alone with my thoughts and we spend some quality time together. Sometimes we reminisce of the past, other times we dream of what the future will be.

Yes, a late night with my thoughts is always an interesting time. A time of quiet, a time to listen, to just be. A late night has no demands or expectations. It has no judgements or questions. It's just you and the world.

And yet I worry, when I find someone to share these late nights with, they won't understand just what it means to me and why, when we should be going to sleep, I want to be alone with my thoughts.

Late nights are my favourite kind of late. I sit alone with my thoughts and we spend some quality time together. Sometimes we reminisce of the past, other times we dream of what the future will be.

Yes, a late night with my thoughts is always an interesting time. A time of quiet, a time to listen, to just be. A late night has no demands or expectations. It has no judgements or questions. It's just you and the world.

And yet I worry, when I find someone to share these late nights with, they won't understand just what it means to me and why, when we should be going to sleep, I want to be alone with my thoughts.

Someone once told me that life is like seasons. Sometimes the winter can last for years, it's so cold and dark that even getting out of bed seems pointless, an endless struggle.

But if you just keep going eventually you'll see the sun again because the summer always comes eventually.