And you could use some paintings on the walls
you take big gulps from your glass
and are always surprised by your hunger
you don’t like wine
but pour me mine

the seam has broken
on your left sleeve
I say, my grandma could fix it
you say, I need new clothes
which is
just what I’m thinking

Sometimes I watch you speak
without really listening
examining your facial movements
the accent fluid

you talk about your ex like
she’s crazy
but I’m internalizing
empathizing
because I know what it’s like
to be at your worst
to be mean to
the people you love
the most

you say, everything will be fine
but I have no one
who is really mine
and I know I’d feel better
if you had pillows for my head
a heavy blanket on
your bed

because last night
I shivered under the sheet
for hours
trying not to wake you
to move
not to overanalyze
the moments before
when I asked you to stop

I wore cashmere socks
to sleep and still
I felt very far
from home