I don't hate the way
He cuddles up to me
When he's asleep.

I don't even mind
When he wakes me up
From the slumber I so rarely get
To tell me some fantastical ramble
Within his own sleepy brain.

They never make any sense anyways.
But he let's me drag him into
Confusing conversations.

I'm so confused in my own skin
So I love my time alone.
Of course.

But I don't hate him within it

He brings me an odd
Odd sort of smile underneath
The doom and gloom in my core

I love my time alone.
It gives me time to think.
But do you know what's funny?

I don't hate him in it.

He's comforting.
He's confusing.

And I know he can't be
Responsible for my health
No one can.

But his presence
Makes me feel
Happily warm
And safe
In my own skin.