I'm isolated in my house
Circled by friends
Is what I thought they were.

I'm tired.
I'll lie on the pillow
That guy sewed for me.

I'm dreamy.
Romanticism is *******
I need someone in bed with me

To just talk
About what I think
Friends talk about.

I'm accepting
Of a fate of
Labelled by a face and

An idea of perfection.

He sneaks
Through the small opening
Of a window.

He tries
To get into bed.

He fails,
Apprehensive to join
The masses.

He walks to the door
Looks back,
Sees me.

And we settle to watch anime.