I need a good lawyer
for I am about to start a custody war, dear.
All the mess I make in them sheets alone
having those restless nights,
reminding myself of the Xanax era -
I've counted to 1575 trying to fall asleep last night.

Since you've filled my cup
and opened me at an unfinished chapter,
crucified my sanity and ditched a grave for my solitude
I've lost the vision of
where you end
and I begin.

Look what you've done!
You took my songs on my special playlists,
now my favorite sweets taste like your morning kisses
and my favorite dresses are now your favorite ones to remove
and my favorite everything is now yours,
even morning air and ice cold fingertips.

As soon as I get a good lawyer
I will have my favorite records, movies, house slippers, positions and pizza toppings-
only mine, at my place
on Tuesdays, please.