I like to call you at three in the morning

 

I don’t care if it’s taboo or if all my friends warn me against it. 

 

I like to call you at three in the morning. 

 

I like the way you think at three in the morning. 

I like the way I think at three in the morning. 

There’s something about that hour that makes a person come alive, 

and you are one of those people who is most alive 

earliest in the morning. 

 

I like you at three in the morning

because I am too self-conscious to call you at any other time of the day. 

I guess I don’t know what it’s like to call you earlier than 

the coolest part of the evening, when the breeze in the air feels nostalgic enough

to make me want to call anyone I’ve ever seen in my life. 

I’m not sure if I want to find out what calling you earlier is like. 

 

I like you at three in the morning

because you are all I want at three in the morning. 

I am addicted to the way I feel when my mind is foggy and my thoughts about you

roll off my tongue, 

onto the shivers that trace your spine as my hand follows.

 

I like you at three in the morning

because it is the only time I find safety in expressing my feelings 

for you. 

I like that I can hide it later, denying what I said so I have more time

to reflect on the emotional vomit I threw up on you. 

 

I like you at three in the morning 

because I am truly, spiritually and physically me at three in the morning, 

and I know you are, too. 

I like how the world pauses for a while as we share 

moments of ourselves with each other until the sun rises and 

our heads clear. 

I am happiest at three in the morning. 

 

I like you at three in the morning

because we are the most peaceful in the darkness.

I like how we don’t talk about us or what we are or aren’t

There’s a wave of mystery that surrounds us at three in the morning, 

and I never want that to change. 

 

I like you at three in the morning. 

I will always like you at three in the morning

because I will never be brave enough to call you earlier than 

three in the morning.

This piece has been published on Thought Catalog. You can view the published version here

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