Last night I did not know you.
Last night you were not my friend.
Last night I felt like all we had worked towards had officially come to an end.
Last night you did not touch me.
Last night we barely spoke.
Last night I could sense my heart starting to break before it had actually broke.
That would be the last night I would sleep in your bed.
The last night I would lie there with you and a million thoughts hanging above my head.
But you are not worried about me because I always wake up like everything is alright.
Even though I knew all along that this would be the last night.