Bedding

I still lay on the bedding you bought

And it gives me comfort

I tried to throw it out

But brought it back in as last resort

It’s not as fucked up as I first thought

It’s the tug and toll and rough and pull

That makes love, love.

Even though you didn’t get enough,

I still lay on the bedding you left

It warms me up, gives me glow, more than you ever did or do

And that’s strange that I get more comfort from a material thing?

I tried to throw it out but then my foot got caught

Brought it back in as last resort

It’s not as fucked up as I first thought.

I never intended to grow any attachment

It just felt nice to have something that felt like a match

laziness and penniless

I wasn’t really sure what I was supposed to replace

So I slept on it a few more nights,

Till I thought of something to make it feel right

But I couldn’t get the thought

So I tried to throw it out

But brought it back in as a last resort

You broke my heart

Just thought you should know.

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