It's 3:34 am and i can't sleep, again. My head is everywhere except for my pillow, and i find myself writing. Writing about the first thing that comes to my mind, and i don't even process my words, i just spread them on real paper, with the graphite that my right hand hold. For some reason midnight it's the time in where i think of you the most. "I love you, i do. You have my word, you have all my words." I write because you exist, because everytime i'm with you i look at you while you're smoking. How the cigarette that you hold in you hand consumes the time when you put it between your dreamed lips. I get jealous of the damn cigarette. I want you, but i don't You make me feel the life, like when i'm watching you writing poems with those sunrise eyes. Sunrise, because you mark every new day. I can see everything, Every little thing i want if i look through your eyes. It's 8:27 am and I'm hypnotized by the rhythm that your lashes do, Your little finger is on mine in the coffee table, My mind is distracted from your winks, Your mouth, And the touch of your hand This is the time my Apollo. I want the same as you