You’re the one I neglect the most.
In a bad week, it could be daily.
That, or I never leave you;
I stay wrapped up in you
listening to my heart
in pillow echoes.
When I do decide to leave,
there isn’t a second
I don’t feel guilty;
ashamed I couldn’t
even find a pinch of hourglass
sand to dedicate to you.
I always make the empty
promise, ‘I will see you later’
as if that also means
‘I’m sure you’ll forgive me,
later’ because I will try
my best to smooth out
your edges, tuck in your worries
and snuggle into you again.
Yet it doesn’t mean a thing;
whether I love
or leave you,
because every secret
I hold is kept behind
your cotton lips.
You know me inside out;
as I know you.
Through and through.
© Kristiana Reed 2019
Beautifully said. If beds could talk 🙂
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Thank you ☺️
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You’re welcome 🙂
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Love the perspective you used here. Adds a unique touch!
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Thank you very much 💛
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