3.14.15

I'm going to recite this at an open mic/ poetry slam on 3-14-15

3am, it’s the deadly hour of the night.

It’s when our souls awaken the thoughts

We thought were gone.

 

Pitch black, silent. Perfect.

 

Memories rush back of us

Also known as the happy days.

The times when we were smiling

& laughing and I wasn’t wishing

You weren’t in my sight, but

In Hell instead.

 

Don’t get me twisted,

I used to love you,

Like you to me except

The difference is

You loved someone else too.

So now I question myself,

Did you even love me at all?

 

Go ahead and do what you want,

But I might be waiting for you

To screw up

But at the same time,

I’m going to move on.

I’m not going to waste my time

Loving you.

 

Yes.

I’ll miss you here and there

And middle of the nights

But your girl might want to know what you did to me.

Lucky you.

I won’t put her through that.

 

I’m better than that

You know that

I’m sorry if I get jealous

Because probably, possibly

You will too.

 

So I’ll sit and think of us

No matter what I’m doing.

It’ll most likely be at 3am

Where everyone isn’t lurking.