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Avery Greensmith Sep 2014
YOU TOLD ME THAT YOU
******* HATED ME
BUT REMEMBER THAT I
STAYED UP UNTIL
3AM TALKING TO YOU
ABOUT HOW MUCH I *******
LOVED YOU?
I ****** LOVED YOU,
AND I STILL ******* LOVE
YOU. MY HEART
IS BROKEN JUST LIKE
THE MIRROR I LIKE
TO BREAK WHEN I SEE
MYSELF AND I SHOULD'VE
******* KNOW THAT
YOU DIDN'T LOVE ME LIKE
I LOVED YOU AND I SHOULD'VE
LEARNED TO LOVE MYSELF
BEFORE I PUT ALL OF MY
HOPES AND DREAMS INTO YOU.
NOW I'M STAYING UP UNTIL
3AM AGAIN, BUT THIS TIME
I'M TRYING TO FIGURE OUT
HOW TO LOVE MYSELF,
INSTEAD OF LOVE YOU
MORE THAN ANYTHING
BECAUSE I CAN'T *******
DO THAT ANYMORE.
ajp Sep 2014
But god ******
Don't tell me to
Not be sorry
Because my whole
Life is one big sorry
And if you tell
Me you're awake
At 3 am listening
To Beethove while
Crying into your
Boyfriend's t-shirt
Then ****** let
Me be sorry Because
You're my happiness
This is about my best friend.
Allania Berkey Aug 2014
3am
3 am and my heads spinning. My thoughts are all over the place. I'm on a thin line between feeling too deeply and not feeling enough, I can't tell which is worse. They're equally equivalent it seems. "I ****** up, I really ****** up." I can't stop telling myself that. You're kisses that used to be so sweet, just seemed so wrong this time. "why did I just do that." The way you're breath lingered on me used to drive me crazy, but now it doesn't. I couldn't stop thinking of me thinking. How did I get so lost, why doesn't it feel right anymore? You used to feel so right to me?
Becky Littmann Aug 2014
My mind won't quit
I hate when it does this ****!
It's sleep I lack
Typical problems of an insomniac

Writer's problems wouldn't you know it
3am & I'm a ******* poet
But it's not a surprise
.....that's why I can't seem to close my eyes
Chloe Jul 2014
Being thin
is not going
to fix you,
because no matter
the number
on the scale,
you will still
call me at 3am,
begging for a
reason to live.
Revenant Jul 2014
My chest is so empty, it aches
You are my 3AM thoughts; my ramblings in the ungodly hours
You are my sanity tonight; my frantic scribbles
You are the glue that holds me together; the electricity that keeps my heart dancing in my chest
God, my chest.
Void of you, and mourning
Devastated
Lover.
Where are you?
Do you think of me often?
Am I the faceless siren in your dreams?
Or am I the very breath that fills your lungs?
Am I the rising and falling of your chest; of my favorite place to rest and forget the raging storm around us?
Or am I the wry smile playing about your lips?
I wish I could kiss you.
Ruthie Jun 2014
I used to stay up till 6am tying different lengths of material around my neck.
I used to stay up till 5am trying to forget how to breathe for a little while.
I used to stay up till 4am and wonder what you were doing with her at that time.
But now it's 4am and I'm happy.
I met a stranger two days ago and he seems to have completely erased the bad feelings.
The memories.
He's a blank white page.
And my 3am scribbles are no longer pleading messages to god begging for a release.
They are rambles about how this man makes me feel.
And ****.
It's pretty wonderful.
I'm definitely not who I was.
I feel like I've been up all night,
But it's not even 3 am.
You promised things would change,
But secrets are too hard to keep from me,
The truth cuts deep:
I know it never will.

Restlessness,
Sleepless tonight...
Lethe Definition: River of Hades in Greek mythology, whose waters grant oblivion; forgetfulness of past; peace of mind
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