Morning
Slits of sun through blinds,
Your eyes
Blink open.
Last night still rests
On my swollen lips.
Eyes still sore from tears.
Hair disheveled from
Tossing and turning
Ant hills into mountains.
She slept with me again,
Invading our bed and
My head.
Her comfortable agitation
Rested easily with my tired mind.
Quickly She tucked
Uncertainties, like blankets,
Around me.
In suffocation I cried out
Insecurities,
Doubts,
Accusations,
For help…
You held me, though
I did not deserve it.
She leaves with my consciousness.
Slits of sun through the blinds.
Your eyes find mine,
“Good morning.”







