I feel deprived, which makes me think that is dumb.
Deprived, because I love you.
I started laying, sitting, sleeping on the left side of my bed-
after you started sharing my bed with me.
Never the middle. Never the right. Just the left. The others don't feel right.
I realize that as I sit here with these acoustics that I don't even like,
reading a book that makes this worse,
that I feel deprived.
I said that already.
All I really want is to sleep with you.
No secret motive.
Just that.
Wake up with the sun against your skin,
because my bed isn't right without you in it, too.
And it is unfair
because it isn't like we'd rigourously make love.
We know.

The End

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