3 AM

It’s 3am and I can’t sleep
My hearts too heavy to dream
My eyes burn as I walk through the halls
Trying to find shelter from my thoughts
I’ve got a strange feeling 
I guess heartache is what it’s called 
And I carry her with me everywhere I go 
I’ve learned to hide her well
Leave the room inside my head where she lies, when they ask 
Deny her existence everywhere I turn
But when it gets quiet I can hear her crying 
Moaning through the halls that she paces each night 
Mourning the loss of the one that she loved
I think I died that night 
The one where you left me alone 
Lied and said it wasn’t her who had called
And I believed you
I believed that you wanted to be with me but you had a client emergency that couldn’t be avoided 
But you promised you’d be home just as soon as you were done 
1 hour, you said 
3 hours passed 
I cried myself to sleep praying not to see another day 
You left me alone and I died that night
It was 3am when you returned 
The smell of her all over your skin
The taste of her spit still on your lips 
I felt more disgusting in that moment than I have ever felt in my entire life 
I realized where you had been as you slid your hand down my pants 
You looked at me and you knew that I knew 
You panicked and ran off to take a shower 
You tried to burn her fingerprints from your skin
Tried to wash away all of the guilt and shame 
Tried to maintain the lie 
I paced through the living room 
Trying to grasp the reality that had recently become my own 
It hurt
It hurt like hell 
It was 3am and I died that night, and each night since then

Reviews

[Randhir kaur]

Oh that's sad to read..very touchy..nicely penned..keep up..

[Country boy183798]

Beautiful, well written, and engaging. It captures the emotions so sincerely through a powerful narrative. I really liked it, thank you for sharing, and keep on writing.