February the 13th

Thu, 12/26/2013 - 21:12 -- OstrinC

the bed like cotton on my back,

but like a rock to my head-

 

the smile so daunting to my heart,

but fun in my head.

 

the feeling of adulthood

          so foreign

                 so real-

yet, so fake and minute in my head.

 

the game of life played in a bed

but game of love played in my head

 

comfort found in words unspoken 

words unspoken left me un-broken

 

in my head i wait and wander 

if these events are worth the ponder 

 

so i go about my daily tasks

and nobody cares to ask 

 

about the 13th in february 

left in- - a cinerary - -

 

still lingering 

like the others he took and thieved

I guess- didn’t get into my head,

But what’s left is the empty, dirty, disheveled Bed.

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