God damn my boyfriend
His lack of understanding for personal space
He is a cuddler
After untangling myself
of the iron hold of his sleeping arms around me
My mind wanders.
My womb is empty.
I do not have the baby that was placed in there for compensation.
My best friend is gone again.
My hands feel empty without the support he once gave.
My voice has lost its laugh without the child
Who put it there.
I move closer to my sleeping boyfriend.
I am sad.
The world has gotten darker.
I find comfort now
Moving back into his grip.
I have become