2:54 AM.
I lay in his bed, shaking as your name falls from my lips like a bad omen.
I lay in his bed, startling him awake with my screams and my thrashing.
This shouldn’t be happening.
I shouldn’t be going to someone who isn’t you, for my comfort. I should be crawling in to your arms, breathing in your scent of toothpaste and chocolate.
Though all i can smell is cigars and light cologne.
I feel sick to my stomach at the thought that i am afraid of you. I shouldn’t be afraid of you, no, i should be able to see you as protection.
But now you’re gone.
Nowhere to be seen.
All i can feel is strong arms around me though i feel so out of place.
I wish I could feel safe with you. I wish that you were here at all.








