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.