the bed

the bed is so warm

with you laying here by my side

and we lay and laugh

and slowly drift to sleep

the bed is lonely

when you spend your nights out

and come home drunk

and sleep on the couch

the bed is chilly

without you laying here next to me

because you stay at her house now

and pretend I don’t know about it

the bed is weary

and you’re not around to care

because we’ve said our goodbyes

and you went on your way

the bed is empty

because I couldn’t bare to sleep

or even live without you

so no one is around to use it anymore

-i.m.