Rest

I try to count my blessings,

lying on my couch

With tiny bits of pieces

falling out my mouth

I try to break my bones

to fit inside these spaces

The smallest confines

of what I’ve created

It’s how I rest my head

on your chest

in a combination of

guilt and regret

How I’ve learned to suspect

it’s my fault

I can’t rest anymore

I tell myself it’s love

when I can’t sleep alone

I tell myself enough

when I know it’s not home

It’s how I rest my head

on your chest

in a combination of

guilt and regret

How I’ve learned to suspect

it’s my fault I can’t rest anymore

It’s how I rest my head

on your chest

in a combination of

guilt and regret

How I’ve learned to expect

that you’re gone

I can’t rest anymore