i think once you've thought about how a person sleeps
how they would feel pressed up against your back, or your head on their chest
how compatible your bodies would be, curled up together in their bed
once you've thought about that, you're ******

maybe thats the moment i realised there was no getting over you
or at least one of many

sometimes i rearrange my pillows at night to mimic the shape of your body
neatly fitting into each and every one of my curves

because in my arms i know that you are safe
im safe too
from the pit of sorrow that once i met you replaced the monster that time ago lived under my bed

i open my eyes to realise the fabric that is now encased between my arms may never be replaced by you
images of you, lay comfortable in arms that are not mine, entwined perfectly beside the figure of somebody else
i can feel my eyes welling up, water flooding the inside of my brain

because once you've thought about how a person sleeps
how they would feel pressed up against your back, or your head on their chest
how compatible your bodies would be, curled up together in their bed
once you've thought about that, you're ******