#threeinthemorning

This is when it stings me hard and vicious, like sticking my foot into a hive filled with angry wasps and I can’t escape your face, which is there in my mind, imploring me to just forget all the shit and my ego and stop being such a baby, pick up the goddamn phone and call you fight for you do something do anything Three in the morning is when it stings me when you sting me This is when it burns me wild and uncontrollable, like a forest fire surrounding me, cutting me off and I want to surrender to you and let you consume me with the fire in your eyes fire that is words and disappointment lapping at my weakness my impotence and my lies for if I was someone who deserved you in my arms you’d be here, in my arms Three in the morning is when it burns me when you burn me This is when it bites me mean and hungry, like a rabid dog backed into a corner and only trying, with what’s left of it’s life to survive, by any means possible just like me, a lonely, homeless animal licking it’s wounds and crying itself to sleep, dreaming of a time when I could be a better man a strong man, who would get up off his worthless ass and find a way to fucking get you back Three in the morning is when it bites me when you bite me