Bedtime Routine

Hurried my way throughout the week
Watched each second slowly creep

Waited for the drive home to end
Magnetized by my comfortable bed

Lying there, I started to think
My fears and hopes began to sink

Within and out I felt the dread
As I clutched the pillow upon my bed

Am I in love with my sadness as The Pumpkins say?
The movement of my sheets, a roll in the hay?

I’m not really sure, but I know this much
Any love affair eventually rusts

Becomes bitter and cold with no more flame
And no more of my life to drain

0 Comments Add yours

  1. hbhatnagar says:

    Love rusts. Does anything endure? I wonder…

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    1. woundstofeel says:

      I think some love absolutely endures, it’s just so much fucking work. For me, the kind that will never be work is the love for my child. Partners, spouses, even some family? That’s s different story.

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  2. nothingbutjay says:

    Wonderful post. Which brings me to the conclusion, love is not so easy to do from day to day

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    1. woundstofeel says:

      Absolutely

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