#rogerscollection

Last night I had to wait

till you were done with her

to sleep in your arms

I heard her breathing your name

as I lay still in

the bed beside yours

as if I weren’t there at all

I heard you tell her the same things you tell me “you..are mine”

tears roll down my face

and soak the pillowcase

but I stayed quiet

for your sake

not to blow your cover

you’re finished with her and just like that

she’s nothing

you tell her to leave and that’s my cue

I poke my head out from

the bed beside yours

I roll over to you

tangling my legs between yours

As I grow warm

cuddled in the hollow if your chest

and in this moment

I am yours

and even in my dreams

her scent still stains Your skin

you wake up with her in the morning and

I wake in mine just like

I try not to speak the words that I feel

when it’s all thrown out in the open this

rush of feelings

are made real

I wouldn’t want to steal

this opportunity from myself

by saying something heavy

that I knew just wouldn’t help

hard to say to myself

“he doesn’t have the best intentions”

Hard to prove to myself

that I’m the one I should be missing

because at the start it was a new fun

finally filling the space with solutions

but with the temporary fix comes

wild cherry bliss and