theres something about the word 'comfort'
that's just a little off to all of us

some find comfort within silk sheets while
others find comfort within a back hand to the face
because injury and insults are down blankets and dim lit hotel rooms

love, that's another word that everyone has a different definition for
love is sending letters to the one you adore even if they live 5 minutes away
and love is half answers followed by minimal intimacy

we accept the smallest things in life based on how we surround ourselves

i only want to accept the highest forms of love and comfort,
because all i believe is pain and dismissal