Its hard to lay here.
Its hard to sleep alone in the bed we once shared together.
Its hard to lay here and not feel you beside me with your arms around me or mine around you.
Its hard to turn over and not see you when we've spent countless nights staring into eachothers eyes,
not able to speak because were so cought up in the moment, so happy trying not to cry.
Its hard to lay in silence when i want to hear your voice so bad.
I get so scared to move because eventhough I know your not there, I dont want to feel the cold sheets where your legs use to be.
and when the air kicks on its a little bit easier to sleep, because its not as quiet and it gives me some piece of mind.
And sometimes, I swear i can hear you breathing.
Its hard to go to sleep knowing your not beside meand waking up and knowing that you wont be there.
But the worse part is when the air does kick on,
and i can almost hear you breathing,
and i dont move.
So i dont feel the cold, empty sheets. and i fall asleep holding the pillow like i held you.
because i wake up in the morning feeling..happy.
Just like i use to...
and your still not there.
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