pretty girls awake at night

pretty girls

awake at night.


girls staying up

later than they planned to.


phone calls
stretching longer


than either of us expected.


facetime lighting up


while the room dark.


stories getting told


with sleepy eyes


and quiet voices.


the kind of conversations


that only happen


when the world slows down.


pretty girls
awake at night.


hair messy.


hoodie on.


half tired—


still asking questions


like they trying
to understand you


without saying it.


ease.


that’s the word.


everything just…


easy lately.


less force.


less chase.


more—


“you still up?”


more laughter


through speakers


while i’m laying there


thinking—


damn.


life really changing.


funny thing—


i used to think


the movie would start


when everything got bigger.


more money.


more rooms.


more lights.


but maybe


the beginning


looks quieter than that.


maybe it starts


with life finally


softening around you.


pretty girls
awake at night.


the future feeling close.


people seeing something


in you


before the world does.


and me—


still becoming.


still building.


still figuring it out.


but moving different now.


calmer.


less proving.


more receiving.


still got dreams


bigger than the room i’m in.


still see city lights


from the distance


and wonder


what life gon feel like


when i finally get there.


but right now—


this feels enough.


a pretty girl


calling my phone


after midnight.


laughing.


staying up


just a little longer.


like maybe


life already knows


something beautiful


is on the way.


 — Mr. Mak




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