Skyrocket from bed after having

been circling in

a dream, a long ago

reality where you

were standing in front of

me, informing me

that you thought this was

the start of

a long awaited beautiful thing.

I cough up

my tears and bet money

on who I

think will win the race

between my thoughts

and heartbeat. I let the

guilt fluff my

pillow and lay me down

to rot. I

think this will hurt forever

but I’m starting

not to mind-if you

share a bed

with something long enough you

start to like it