He knows what he wants and it’s not me,
she’s quiet, distant
she’s not the one on your mind at 3am
when you’re drunk enough to sing bad karaoke
Her eyes glistened with unshed tears
while the 3am darkness haunts her
reminding her of her lost ones
a part of her forever gone.
Pieces of her still remain
only to be shattered and lost
by those that devour the innocence
with smiles so deceiving, plastered on their faces.
3 am is an awful place to be, it is not a time, but rather a place.
A despicable destination riddled with heartbreak and despair.
I do not wish 3 am on my foremost enemies.