There is something so lonely about clenching a pillow late at night.
I find myself blowing hot air onto the threads of the sheet to create some sort of friction
Any friction at all.
your lips are a landing pad for the horrors of my past.
and I am so selfish.
I am so selfish.
I cannot -
I will not be without you.
I would rather take my last breath.
And with that last breath -
I would warm my pillow at night,
just to feel closer to you.