You are so soft and so warm
My safe place, my comfort space
You never let me go, even when I need you to
Everyday I tried to get away, but your warmth pulled me back in
You know how to drain my energy
And the goals I have for that day is just gone
You do me so wrong
Yet at night when I cry about life you are there to comfort me
I get you all wet with my tears and snot, but I don't feel like changing you
So I just put my hand over the wet spot and lay my head on top
You are like my prayer closet that some people have
I pray every morning and every night
Hoping I am given the strength to let you go and follow my goals
But that first step away from you is very cold
And you yell at me to come back
Just want me to lay and play on my phone
I love you, but again I must say you are doing me so wrong
You just make me overthink all day long
Okay, I shouldn't blame you, its all on me
For you are just a bed where I lay my head
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Comments (9)
Your poem beautifully captures the deep, conflicting emotions tied to the comfort and entrapment of your bed. It's a poignant reflection on the struggle between seeking solace and pursuing goals, and it resonates deeply.
some time happens like this when you have an unbalanced relation
lol, it's funny but relatable. I have the same love-hate relationship right now
And now, I know why I can't sleep at night... Perfect way to describe the feeling, indeed.
Such a beautiful poem...
This is so relatable it hurts—in the best way! That twist at the end? Brilliant. We’ve all had that toxic relationship with our bed, lured in by its warmth and comfort, only to regret it later. Such a cozy yet hilariously real piece. Love it!
😅 I totally get the love-hate relationship – it’s so cozy, but sometimes it makes us lose track of time. I think we all need that push to get up and go after our goals, even when the bed calls!
Awe this is so beautiful I really understand your poem my daughter sufferers with anxiety badly 🙏♦️♦️♦️♦️😭
Oh how I can relate. This reminds me of a toxic relationship where there's a lot of control of the person, and how they know and recognize it but cannot tear apart from it. Beautiful job!