somethings not quite right here, dear
the writings on my sheets don’t spell your name
nor does their ink run
at the same, quickening speed as you do
towards their uninviting comfort.
somethings not quite right here, love
i still think of him every time you
forget to remember; a flaw
and I forget to eat
every time i remember his bed
some things will never be right, friend,
such as you and i,
and please don’t cry when I tell you
that i won’t let you watch me sleep anymore
for I’ll wake up too sad to see your smitten eyes
after dreaming again of his hands that
once upon a time, opened mine