Someone You Miss (3AM Version)
Midnights confession-style

I don’t know
how to be someone you miss.
I wear the perfume you liked
just to disappear in it.
I rehearse the lines,
the clever ones,
but forget them when you’re near.
I’m the shadow in your highlight reel,
the ghost behind your cheer.
You touch and talk in past tense now,
like we were just a spark—
But I was thunder, waiting
for a sky that never got dark.
Maybe I love in quiet ways
that never quite impress.
Maybe I’m just the kind of heart
you leave in unread texts.
I’d change the ending if I could—
make you beg me not to go.
But I don’t leave marks,
just metaphors
and poems you’ll never know.
I’m the girl in the glitter dress
crying in the back of the cab,
Thinking maybe if I’d said less
you might have wanted me back.
And it’s not your fault,
and it’s not quite mine—
but it hurts like truth.
Some people are unforgettable...
and I never learned how to be one of those to you.
About the Creator
Brie Boleyn
I write about love like I’ve never been hurt—and heartbreak like I’ll never love again. Poems for the romantics, the wrecked, and everyone rereading old messages.


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