You should be here now
next to me,
quiet and content
wrapped up in me
like a puppy in red paper on a snowy Christmas morning
but you're not
you're in bed
alone
dreaming of me but thinking of him

Fine then
I am done trying
I refuse to be your part-time dream
an unused fantasy you hold for a night
and abandon come the morning
I am worth more than that
I know it
and now I'm gone
but before go, I will admit
it's a shame you would not have me
we were, for what its worth
beautiful together

AcB 03.19.01