Text Sent at 3AM

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One message. No regrets.

Screen glow on the ceiling, 3:17 a.m.,
thumb hovers over 'send' like it might break me in two.
You called me 'your forever' in a voice so soft,
but forever don’t live in the backseat of your thoughts.
I used to save your goodnights like they were proof,
but silence speaks louder when you’re wrapped in truth.
So I typed it plain, no emojis, no delay —
'Can’t pretend anymore. I can’t stay.'

Felt my chest go quiet, like the world paused in breath,
heartbeat in the hollow where 'us' used to be.
No scream, no storm, just the click of release —
stitch by stitch, I undid what you wouldn’t release.

Text sent at 3AM — no reply, no scene,
just the weight of my worth rolling in, clean.
No tears on my cheek, no reason to explain,
just a door softly closing like it knew it should then.
I’m not broken, I’m becoming — 
love don’t live in the running, it lives in the choosing.

You woke up to silence — not the kind you like,
the kind that sits heavy, don’t dance, don’t write.
No fight to win, no game to play,
just an echo that said, 'She’s done today.'
You sent a heart at 9:02,
like it could undo what I finally knew.
But I left the read receipt grey,
let the moment breathe its own way.

I still trace your name in the steam of my tea,
but it don’t taste like home — just a memory.
No hate, no blame, just a quiet decree:
'You were real, but I matter more than we.'

Three dots blinking… I don’t look back.
My peace ain’t up for negotiation.
You can love me in pieces, but I’m whole in the act
of walking out without explanation.

Text sent at 3AM — no regret in my hands,
just the dawn on my window, mapping new plans.
No ghost in my bed, no voice in my head,
just my breath, my heartbeat, my next thing said.
I’m not lost, I’m becoming — 
love don’t live in the holding, it lives in the leaving.

One message.
No regrets.