3 A.M
It was 3 A.m when the only sound around was her crying
Crying your name because of the pain you gave her
3 A.m conversations no longer live
Not a single 3 A.m giggle
Giggles are now the sobs of a beautiful girl
He gave her pain no one else could have
3 A.m screaming your name into her pillow
Mascara down her face
Those beautiful eyes he once loved
Now are all red
She cursing the world
You fixed her
then you
Broke
her
like
a
porcelain
doll
This poem is about:
Me