3 AM
It’s 3 am and I am inhaling air and exhaling smoke.
It’s 3 am and am inhaling air and exhaling smoke.
It’s 3 am and am inhaling air and smiling.
Smiling at the thought of you.
It’s 3 am and I am loving you.
It’s 3 am and am loving the universe for giving me.
Its still 3 am and am inhaling air and exhaling smoke.
It’s 3 am and am thanking the universe for you. Thanking the universe for a lot, for a few, for a couple, for you.
All for you, always for you.
It’s 3 am and I am loving you, it’s 3 am and you are loving me.
It’s 3 am and am in awe for deserving you. For deserving this, all of this.
It’s 3 am and it hurts, it hurts to deserve this.
It’s 3 am and it hurts that you sleep, while loving me so deep.
It’s 3 am and it still hurts loving you, only that it doesn’t hurt at all, not anymore.
It’s 3 am and am blessed be, to have found you, loved you, in this life and until the last turn of all of my lives.
It’s 3 am and I still love you, now, and always will be.
It’s 3 am and I always will be, thankful, grateful, hurtful for thee.
It was 3 am and now it’s what? 7 pm?
It’s 7 pm and I still stand here and utter these.
I love you, I love you, I love you.





