3am.
I remember the first time telling you that "I love you". We were walking side by side and we were having a heated argument because you had done something stupid. I tell you "I love you" and you brush it off. I stop and stare while you walk away. You turn around and walk towards me, "What do you want me to do about that?"
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3am
Poetry3am. My heart is screaming out your name. It hurts so bad and I am still so in love with you. "What do I do?" my heart cries. "Express the pain" my mind says.
