Ode to 5am, when our conversations

Run deeper than the veins in our bodies.

The only time my mind is comfortable

Enough to spill its entirety to you.

When I don’t need the sun to comfort me

Because your words are enough on their own.

The time in which my eyes are too dreary to stay open,

But my heart is wide awake and ready to spend every second with you.

The darkness that is our room is the mask we both share,

So that neither of our flaws can be seen in each other’s eyes.

But at 5am, your flaws don’t matter, nothing matters.

In that time, it’s only you and I,

And that is the only time we will ever need

To be the “we” I’ve always dreamed of.