I'm being faithful to nothing,
to a memory,
to the ghost of what we never had.
But letting someone else sleep under these sheets,
hold me like you did,
feels like betrayal.
So I rather go to bed alone,
cover my body with your shirt,
and if I try hard enough I can still smell you in it,
than let anyone else erase with their touch the prints of your hands.
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 4:55 AM UTC
I'm being faithful to nothing,
to a memory,
to the ghost of what we never had.
But letting someone else sleep under these sheets,
hold me like you did,
feels like betrayal.
So I rather go to bed alone,
cover my body with your shirt,
and if I try hard enough I can still smell you in it,
than let anyone else erase with their touch the prints of your hands.
