I fell asleep wrapped in the white duvet of my own bed
just to wake up in your grey room
looking at your sunken face
telling me to go home
You told me you were tired and angry
You needed to find yourself
And I couldn't speak I couldn't touch you
I got out of bed and tried to yell at you
but I couldn't
so I left
I ran downstairs
towards my car outside but in your driveway I saw her
I had only ever seen her in pictures
But I knew her long brown hair and striking eyes
and when I turned back you were there on the porch
to let her in
and lock me out
I woke up in the white duvet of my own bed
YOU ARE READING
MASOCHISM
Poetryan uncensored synposis of the thoughts and experiences belonging to a young tired masochist. I quit writing for a while but sometimes I feel I need to write more than I need a cigarette.
