Gone

God damn my boyfriend

His lack of understanding for personal space

He is a cuddler

I

Am

Not.

After untangling myself

Free

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

A

cuddler.

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