laying on the left side of the bed
on the right side of my body
thinking about the last time you thought about me
and the first time I thought about you
reading the last text you sent me
and the first poem I wrote about you
and how every poem after it was you
and how every text after me was her

laying in the centre of the bed
on my back
crying until my tears run into my ears
and I can hear the gentle scratch of your voice
telling me you loved me back even though I never said it

wondering if you ever loved me back even though you said it

laying on the right side of the bed
on my left side
imagining you by my side and the way you lied so sharply
it left a scar on my mind
and when you sang Scar Tissue I lied and said you sounded great

I sleep on the floor  
let every song remind me of you and let myself be sad
because you keep coming back for her
but wouldn't stay one more chance for me

c.d.