i'm awake and uncomfortab le opening my eeyes to to another new day it takes me another half hour to convince myself to rise and in this time between my belly and my bed i fondled my phone lost there between the sheets resting next to my body and mind. its funny that in the same place i lost all three and collected them almost unwillingly and somehow my fingers had the nerve to dial nervously your number like my body is begging me once again not to let me be lost to myself and left alone. i've grown used to your candle and its flickering light illuminating the room where your shadow looms over my body a scene i've become accustomed to at night and something just doesnt feel right now when i sleep at home like my bed is a battleground and my blankets are the bad guy i toss and turn ... fighting to keep my eyes closed cuz being absent of your arms reach doesnt feel so bad when i'm asleep
Pretty good, I can relate, but then I question when it's over with when I'm done making myself feel bad: Was the relationship all that worth it? Anyway, good word usage, I liked it.
