i have started to hate
the feel of my own bed.

nothing about these blankets
feels remotely secure.

no matter of fluffing
will make these pillows comfy.

there's no happiness
coming from sleeping in this bed.

for a twin size mattress
it looks so empty.

looks like it needs company
feels like i need you with me.

i'd sleep on the floor if i had to,
a slumber snug on a rug.
(no bugs, please.)

i would do whatever necessary,
wont you make yourself at home?

you could steal the blankets and snore all night,
i'll still love you and still hold you tight.

just sleep next to me?
calm my nerves?

nothing about the bed feels like home.
anywhere without you feels alone.