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Dec 2016
It's a strange feeling, lying next to someone,
As strange as waking up next to someone.
Sometimes I don't sleep, I just watch your silhouette,
As if blinking would make it change into the shape of a monster.
Or I wait for the black night to turn into that very dark blue,
Because it means dawn will come quick enough
That I can fall asleep safely,
In the knowledge that daylight will keep you human.
Then there are times when I don't fight it.
When your arm around me is warmer than any blanket,
And on that rare occasion I find myself comfortably sleepy,
At peace with falling asleep.
I can't always tell the difference between a silhouette and a ghost.
Can't always tell if it's your arm or a serpent.
But I'm glad you know the difference between my fear and my acceptance,
And I'm grateful you stay with me regardless.
Written by
Corvus  27/Trans Male/Liverpool
(27/Trans Male/Liverpool)   
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