The infamous 3AM

poem.

Everyone wants to write

it.

They stay up late

thinking their pain

will make the writing

easier. 

If not easier, then

at least

better.

the ex lovers

the current lovers

the broken hearts

the one’s that got away

(even the one’s that didn’t).

It’s always

lovers lovers lovers.

Heartbreaks as result 

of desires.

And most of the time

it makes me sick, but

I finally said

“to hell with it”

and wrote that

infamous

3

AM

poem.

Turns out I’m not much

different..