Through My Head

Awake
Awake again
Opened eyes
At four a.m.

Cold
It's cold again
Curl up tightly
In my bed

You
There's you again
Thoughts of you
Run through my head

Why four a.m.?
It makes no sense!
Up again, like,
"What the heck?"
Why's four the time
Of opened eyes?
In sleepless nights
Of senseless rhymes?
Why's four the time
I love and despise?
Of which I write?
Just curious, why?