your side of the bed is still your side of the bed.

i always let you pick even though i secretly have a favorite side. sometimes i roll over in the middle of the night onto your side, and ill wake up and move back over to my side, because i feel like youre the only one who should be there. when anyone comes over and sits there, or lays there, i become really uneasy. baby asks about you. when im sad, she comes up in my bed and lays on your side, and looks at me, like she wants to ask, "who did it to you?", but she knows the answer to that already. it might seem silly but i think its taken an equal toll on both of us. i feel like a single parent who has no answer to why daddy left. i just let her know its not her fault, and its not my fault, and sometimes people just leave because its what they feel like they have to do, and sometimes they dont come back for a long time, and sometimes they never do. i dont think she likes the idea of you never coming around again, i dont think i do either.




come up to meet you, tell you im sorry, you dont know how lovely you are. i had to find you, tell you i need you, tell you i set you apart. tell me your secrets, and ask me your questions. oh lets go back to the start. nobody said it was easy. oh its such a shame for us to part. nobody said it was easy. no one ever said it would be this hard, oh take me back to the start.