My old twin-size bed
Used to feel too big for us two
There was always some distance
Separating our worlds
Keeping you out of my reach
Even when we were inches apart
But now that I’m sleeping alone
I find the space getting smaller
Or maybe I have just grown
Since the last time
I had enough room to be on my own
No longer shrinking myself
For someone else’s convenience
Or having to share pieces of me
When I’m not even whole yet
So instead of trying to pull the weight
That’s not mine to carry in the first place
I raise my anchor and let you drown
Remember I’m the ocean
I will go on and on
Despite sailors and their perilous ships
Beyond the hold of the moon and its phases
For the first time in years
I hold my own happiness
Become the keeper of my own heart
Spread my limbs far and wide
Dream of a picture-perfect future
Without anyone else in the frame
As I lie in the middle
Of this old twin-size bed
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 11:50 AM UTC
My old twin-size bed
Used to feel too big for us two
There was always some distance
Separating our worlds
Keeping you out of my reach
Even when we were inches apart
But now that I’m sleeping alone
I find the space getting smaller
Or maybe I have just grown
Since the last time
I had enough room to be on my own
No longer shrinking myself
For someone else’s convenience
Or having to share pieces of me
When I’m not even whole yet
So instead of trying to pull the weight
That’s not mine to carry in the first place
I raise my anchor and let you drown
Remember I’m the ocean
I will go on and on
Despite sailors and their perilous ships
Beyond the hold of the moon and its phases
For the first time in years
I hold my own happiness
Become the keeper of my own heart
Spread my limbs far and wide
Dream of a picture-perfect future
Without anyone else in the frame
As I lie in the middle
Of this old twin-size bed
March 17, 2026
