Two A.M

Hello, two A.M.
I can't sleep.
I'd say it's been a while since I've seen you, but we both know that's a lie.
it's amazing, the things you notice when your mind won't let you drift away
there's a stain on the ceiling, I never noticed it before, and the blue paint on the wall, it's chipping off. I don't know how I've missed it, the paint is fairly new.
Someone is awake, I can hear them walking around. The floor creaks beneath their feet more and more as they try to be quiet.
Will they check on me when the see the blue glow from under the door?
I hope not.
But if they did, would I pretend I was asleep?
Probably, it would be better than talking it out. It always is.
I'm finding myself to be comfortably numb, sitting in your cold embrace.
I find myself liking it when I am a shadow in the dark, invisible to the world.
You see, if I ignore the problem for long enough it's as if it ceases to exist.
and you two a.m.
you always seem to be here, waiting for me to find you.
You don't need me to talk about my problems, or listen to yours.
No, you let me sit in your silence, envelope me in your darkness.
you've managed to become my new best friend, I long for you.
Two A.M.