3 A.M.

A poem

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3 A.M. tears, my cheeks absorb, soaking

in the hurt, the what could have,

these realizations that didn’t pop in

until the more you thought-

how the present self examines the

past, making every point

clearer than you noticed.

A wake-up call that you’ve

destined to hear about, acknowledging

what’s best for yourself through other actions

of those who were anything but friends to you.

Reaching to the starting point, focusing

my energy onto myself the way I implant

that stamina into others.

Interject, invest the valuable time that was put onto

those for yourself, making sure your in a better state-

three in the morning, when life starts slamming

down at you in

full force.