True North

Sometimes between 1am and 3am I'd wake up consciously and look at you. I'd study your face. You look like a little girl with your hands tucked under your chin. That guard you keep around you in the day in just a facade. I know who you really are and you are beautiful. You wake up like a woman, ready to prove something. You want to make it all yours. Someone once really broke your heart. I hate him too for all the same reasons. I want to be good even if it is just to show you that there is a true north.