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-df Feb 2018
i hope you remember me when you least expect it, not at 3:00 a.m. when you miss me.

remember me in the moment the green light, turns yellow, and you think you can make it, but you don’t because it’s already red and you’re not even half way there.
    after all, those were the colors i saw in your eyes after i promised to
    love you forever.
    first you were ecstatic, then frantic, and then finally paralyzed.
    did you fear you no longer would be free?
    as far as i know, i wasn’t holding a key ready to lock you up.

remember me as you sip your coffee and you burn your tongue.
    after all, that’s how you left me, burnt from your bitter soul.

remember me when you’re listening to music and you have no one to dance with.
    after all, i taught you how to have a dance party in your pajamas
    when your soul was breaking.
    when your dreams were fantasies and your nightmares were
    realities.

and you know what? if you really want to, remember me at 3:00 a.m.
    after all, you always slept while i was wide awake wondering how
    long we’d last.

no matter how hard you try to forget me, you can’t erase us.

{d.f. | 02/25/18}
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z Feb 2018
“i’ve always felt
like i was searching for
some place
something
someone”

those were the words
that slipped from your
alcohol infested mouth
at 3 am
windows shut
lights off
just us two
and only i could hear

i could have ignored it
pretended i didn’t hear
as if i had
no idea
what you were saying

i tried
but i couldn’t ignore
the words that next came out
“i think i’ve found it with him”
— i wish you said you found it with me.
Gabe Ouellette Jan 2018
It's 3am and I won't sleep so we went upstairs-
"Its funny that we can have a joke"
-only to discover personal possession...

Just a whisper too loud, yet the silence echoed much louder.

Waiting to put on two pairs of shoes at once,
wait that's two too many shoes...
put those back.

Sprinting down the street, only to meet a god of a tree.
Golden. Holy. Fading in and out of dreams.

Riiiiiiiing, Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing, Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing

"Hello" "Hey, It's common sense, get home"
"Yeah I was trying, but I'm stuck at this stop sign..."
No explanation possible
Jellyfish Jan 2018
You seem to be doing fine,
I'm glad to not be haunting your life.
Knowing you're okay makes me so glad,
we said goodbye.
a love, just like ours, wouldn't last.
Andrew Durst Dec 2017
In the 3 o'clock hour
before the rising sun
staring at my ceiling
whilst wondering
where to begin
and end
again
I came
to the conclusion
that the world
is full of



selfish,


   not broken,                    


         people.
Etelith Nov 2017
Years ago, 3 am is the time where she's in her deep sleep. Everything seems peaceful and quiet, maybe she was dreaming about something good so it made her sleep with a slightly up-curved mouth.

Months ago, 3 am is the time where she tossing and turning in her bed. Maybe she was dreaming about something bad that's why she even frown although in her sleep.

Weeks ago, 3 am she was not in her bed, instead, she was dancing in a crowd, drinking with her so-called friends. Trying to fit in them, so she wouldn't feel lonely or being left out.

Days ago, 3 am she was back in her bed, hands over her mouth so she doesn't cry sound, tears flowing down her cheeks and she asked herself "what's wrong with me" but only the silences in the room replied her

Hours ago, 3 am she was laying on her bed gazing out the window. The desolate look on her face broke my heart. Still, she looks peace and quiet. But I know, her heart and mind are going through the same war over and over again.

Now it's 3 in the night,
she was sitting on her bed, missing the old her.


*I kinda miss the old me
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