3 a.m is a tear

3 a.m is a tear jerker

I have conceded the most damaging fact that

I am never going to be that someone

you will always get to miss at 3 a.m.

3 a.m is a burden

3 a.m reminds me that I am a prisoner of my own rib cage.

Every sob I make at 3 a.m shakes this

piling emotions in my chest and it is damn terrifying because

every moment with these sobs I make,

these emotions could be flying all around in me.

3 a.m is when my heart screams

My heart screams all the pain away from

my burning feelings for you.

These burning feelings in me that is a wildfire—this wildfire that is making a

home in me, in my veins, every inch of my muscles,

and in my bones.

Technically, you are cremating me alive.

 I am turning to ashes,

 But oh God why do I still love you and

Why does it feel like any of these tortures are okay?

3 a.m is where you feel everything.

It is a tear jerker and a burden-reminder.

3 a.m is just the saddest place in this cosmos. And if I were still 12,

I’d warn myself to stay away from that place.

—dont wake up at 3 a.m