Read at 3:04

I knew the day he left me it would mean I would have to start over

I dreamt of him every night indulging myself in my own sorrow

Hurdled my blankets up to my chest

An unbearable scare with no physical mark

3:02 AM I traced my bed for my phone

"I hate you" sent at 3:03

Read at 3:04

I could feel my blood broiling inside

Why does saying nothing at all mean everything?

I felt foolish

I waited collecting a sea of tears on my pillow 

Nothing

Why does love have to be two-sided?