reggae night
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reggae night
this bed does not know who you are anymore.
your scent is not trapped within the fibers of the sheets,
this duvet will no longer cradle the tears I have cried for you.
these pillows will only know how to caress one head at night.
my mattress does not sink in the middle anymore,
it forgot what it feels like to be entangled in your arms.
these broken springs will no longer listen for the late night, pillow talking whispers.
your voice will no longer rupture these walls with the promises you have made to me.
these blankets can only cover so many scars.
my bed only feels the touch of one body,
late at night, all alone.
this bed does not know who you are, nor will she ever again.
-EMPH
the worst part is,
when you prepare your room
for two instead of one.
but the two never cohabitate
and the one sleeps alone.
pussy is god
take me home, wash me of my sins
Parenting: a lifelong learning process.