Allowing him
A total stranger
Into your world
Only to have him judge it
He wasn’t right in it anyways
A dinosaur in a dollhouse.
All you’re left with
Is sheets twisted around
The end of the bed
A quiet house
Faint smell of cologne on your pillows
The kind that smells cheap and tacky
And an emptiness inside
That you’ve felt before
But now it’s inescapable.
Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 10:28 AM UTC
Allowing him
A total stranger
Into your world
Only to have him judge it
He wasn’t right in it anyways
A dinosaur in a dollhouse.
All you’re left with
Is sheets twisted around
The end of the bed
A quiet house
Faint smell of cologne on your pillows
The kind that smells cheap and tacky
And an emptiness inside
That you’ve felt before
But now it’s inescapable.
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