Sometimes I call my bed a cocoon.
It’s where I feel safe.
I can pull the comforter over my eyes,
and ignore the world
because sometimes my mind pulls me
into the depth of darkness.
That I can not escape.
Like I’m trapped in a cocoon
but instead of morphing into a better version of myself,
I revert back to the darkness.
I can't remember the last time I slept naked. With warm sheets and soft blankets, wrapping me in a womb, while the fan blows in my face. I can't remember the last time I slept naked. With him holding
Open for you to boost the same thing. It's okay to be honest with me. I need you to get me, and see if I can find a way to get you.
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