My most honest poem
I’ve always hated morning texts.
I’m not one to stay the night
just so I can avoid the company
the next day.
Everything good that happens in the P.M.
dies early in the A.M.
I won’t love you in the morning,
no matter how hard I try
to convince us both otherwise.
I won’t love you tomorrow
morning or the morning after that.
But if you kiss me good night
and let me go
I promise to love you
now.