Original Poem Title: “Things I Said At 1 A.M.”

Poetry About Things I Said At 1 AM

The stories leading up to my vulnerabilities.

“Don’t get any ideas,”
I whisper to him after a day of
running him in circles,
knowing full well I struggle to commit.
I don’t deserve someone as good as this.
“I won’t, promise,” he swears.

“You do snore,”
I sneer after he shakes his bed
because he fell in his dreams again
after he failed to fall out of love
with someone who couldn’t stand him.
“I hate you,” he laughs.

“Come closer, and give me your hand,”
I say as we wait for another train
in a precarious winter blizzard.
My hands are like furnaces;
a home, made just for you in this cold.
“Thank you,” he shudders.

“Will I see you again?”
I ask him before asking myself
if I even wanted this to go further.
My feelings taking control
before I ever rationalize.
“Maybe,” he says, then blocks me.