Mornings (Yara, Divergent)

Good morning,
I hate mornings.
For twelve years,
I've been hating them.

But they held so many details I'll miss,
Your sleepy eyes,
Her messy hair,
Your noise, messing with each other.

They held so many people;
I won't be able to recall them all.
But they all questioned me.
I hate questions.

Unless it's from you.
But you never asked.

She once said you're my first priority, 

And you've always said I don't wanna leave without you.
And I should have said I never regret you.

Excuse my lack of care,
And going outs.
Excuse my anger,
And loud voice.

I hate mornings,
But I wish I'll be
With you in the morning.

- Bad poem I saved for the last year.