Two a.m.
Lights still on…
Let’s be honest.

Quarter tank, eyes low
Cup cold, mind loud
Same stop, same ghosts
Pulling in, pulling out
Phone light blinking like it knows
I won’t call, but I hover close
I rehearse what I never send
Then erase it, start again

Neon hum talking back to me
Says slow down, breathe actually
I don’t need answers overnight
Just a place where I don’t have to fight

I don’t cry — I compartmentalize
I don’t break — I just reorganize
Some truths don’t need to be loud
They land better when it’s quiet now

Gas station confessions, 2 a.m.
Talking real reckless to God and them
I don’t ask much, I don’t dress it up
I say it plain, then I shut it up
Gas station confessions, lights flicker blue
I tell the truth I don’t say to you
I don’t stay long, I don’t get attached
I leave it here, then I’m back on the map

I been good, I been gone, I been holding it down
But “fine” ain’t the same when you peel it back now
I stack little wins, I misplace my rest
I handle the day, but the night gets tense
I don’t spill pain, I portion it
Small talk mask, I’m torturing
Everybody think I’m cool and collected
They don’t hear the thoughts I redirecting

If nobody hears it, it still counts
If nobody’s watching, I still bow
Not to fear — just truth unchecked
I don’t need saving, I need respect

Gas station confessions, headlights low
Saying things I don’t say at home
I don’t fix it, I just admit
Some nights need a place like this
Gas station confessions, no disguise
Neon don’t judge my life
I don’t overthink, I don’t pretend
I let it out, then I’m gone again

Receipt in my pocket
Cup in the trash
(still rolling)
(still intact)