I needed some sort of lullaby so I fell asleep with headphones in
But no music playing
The sound of my dog breathing,
Close enough

He told us to get used to it, so we did
Some odd combination of benadryl and lack of sleep
On that one occasion
Your skin felt like leather and your eyes didn't make any sense

You wanted to ask about my bruises
I saw it flash across your face for a second
You couldn't decide and I put my sweater back on and it didn't matter anymore
Out of sight, out of mind

We were smiling, and peaceful
We were happy, for ******* once, and then we woke up
Draped across your notebook
I was sideways in the chair like I always am
My calculator was out of battery

Thursday hit like very large, very loud truck

I glanced over at my long un-used bed,
Still un-made
My hair undone
I checked my phone for texts from you,
Threw my brush in my backpack already on my shoulder
Left my door open and my lights on

"Get used to it."