if i’d be brutally honest
i’m keeping you only because it’s convenient
you are the logical choice
you keep me sane
you taught me how to fake a smile

you are the game i play while i wait for the next bus ride
the song i sing to pass the time
the message in a bottle i never hope to read
the unused comforter tucked away as i sleep

you make my day mundane but not sad
you don’t make me giddy but at least you don’t make me mad
i don’t hate you, i don’t love you and you’re okay with that
i think i’m keeping you cause mum says you’re a fine lad

i hate to be honest
but it’s the hard truth
i’m keeping you because i think i should
not because of love, not because i care
but because of loneliness i am scared

you are the extra pillow in my bed
the movie credits towards the end
you are the newsletter that i never read
and the old teapot i keep though i never really liked tea

you keep me company
and that is good enough for me

Why come now?
When the show is over?
When the curtains are closed?

My love, it’s too late.
I don’t feel anything for you anymore
In fact
I don’t feel anymore

Alone
One word.
An adjective.
A state of mind.
A state of being.
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