the worst part is that when you get up early,
catch that bus or that train of yours,
ended up meeting morning people.

the worst part is when you're doing a homework,
only to find out that your teacher didn't always grade your work.

the worst part is when you're walking down the park,
then have a bird pooped on your things.

the worst part is waking up in the middle of the night,
only to find out that they're not looking for you.

the worst part is when you know it's enough,
but you're still curious about it anyway.

the worst part is when you know they hurt you,
but you still love them anyway.

the worst part is when you're holding on to someone,
but they don't want you to do that.

the worst part is finding out that the sparks are gone.

the worst part is you don't hate them,
not even a little bit, not even at all.