times i could and times i couldn’t

i woke up to the warmth

of a slept-in bed

where the birds sing

and the sun peeked

through the blinds

 

but life is not

a bed of roses

it’s cold

and hot

and everything in-between

 

i kept warm with rivers

flooding my cheeks

 

i woke up to an empty house

light-headed

puffy-eyed

tear stained cheeks

 

but when you hold me

everything feels right

i’m warm and fuzzy

and in that moment

i’m fine

 

but life is not

a bed of roses

we fall out

we make up

we bite our tongue

we weep

 

tell me it’s going to be alright

i won’t believe you

i won’t listen

then you kiss me

and deep down

i know you’re right

 

life is not

a bed of roses

but it’ll be

a warmer place

with you

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