Does your bed ever not feel like your own?
It is the way the sheets feel as they slide against your skin
Your blanket, though once resembled a warm safe place, now slowly suffocating you
with the scent of a far away lover
The one who had kissed you goodnight with a false 'I love you", on their lips,
then vanished without out a trace
before you could even catch your breath
They were the one could fill you with such an incredible sense of  hope;
yet make you want to **** yourself in the same moment.

We don't even know eachother but your name echoes through my head

Like a solemn comforting whisper while i lay awake at four am in bed

I hope our paths cross eternally