for the honest
Secrets told to the dark — the things people only admit after 2am.
She asked if we were okay back in March. I read it by the kettle and decided I'd answer when I had the words.
My mom called twice today and I let it ring both times. There's a voicemail from Tuesday I still haven't played.
It's almost 3am and I'm typing a message to a number that doesn't go anywhere anymore.
It's 3am and I keep getting up for water I don't really want, just to have a reason to move.