"Its 3 AM and its the only time you text me"

 "Its 3 AM and its the only time you text me"

Its 3 AM, and its the only time he remember me

My phone dances waking up my body to solo

I curse on myself, for not having it on flight mood

The way my mobile dances, I know it him

My fingers and I are not that friends, so whenever

He text, my friends betray me as always to answer

Its 3 AM, and its the only time he text

I keep myself sleeping all the night

Roaming around the memories that I want to repeat in

Laying in my sofa, waiting for a nonsense text

Just to complete a pleasure on having someone

attention is all I ever needed,

Though on mid days, I lie to the true me, on

how moving on and being independent is all I want

But lets face it, we all do that

Its 3 AM, and its the only time he remember me

He reaches out for me, when he is too wasted

or lonesome, I convince myself maybe

after all, I must mean something to him

But my veins appear to be bold like a tattoo on

my skin to remind me, on things he used to do

I allowed my ears to repeat his words to me

" I am not ready" he said

Its 3 AM and its the only time he text

He made me become his emotional pillow

Like a placeholder temptation

But I no longer want that,

I dont need a pity pale faces

or any of his another excuses

I no longer want to be his lighthouse

So next time when he remember me

At 3 AM

I will demand my body not to awake

While I dance on the shivers of the night

Its 3 AM

and my body moves to the table

reaching to my phone

writing down the pin code

opening the message

read it and

it says " I miss you,

hope you are watching over me,

I know you wont receive this, but just

in case you are up there, you might read it

it might make you smile,

I miss you,

I hope you are in heaven"

Its 3 AM

Its the only time he remember me

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