3:02 a.m.

I lean into his cheek.
Mumbles are what I hear and feel.
"I love you" He says.

Me who has to tease.
Mentions that.
Sleep makes it blurry.

An like before,
he storms and turns.
I take his storm and send it
back to him.

I don't have shelter from what the storm brings.
Again he lulls into sleep.
He'll dream.
Thinking she tried to make a liar of me.
"I love you" He said.


Words by S.T. Green