Eleven in the morning
bed-bound
not by will... lackadaisical
Crumpled tissues on the floor
next to the red wine stains on my pillow
You left at 3 and didn't even say
Goodbye...
and all I can think about is
my body reacting to yours - without permission
Yesterday's passion wrapped in today's dirty sheets
Your distance only amplifies my obsession
My heart is screaming for your love
but the only thing you're screaming back at is me...
and all of your words
turn into nightmares;
turn into MY poetry
