Pillowtalk

It's funny how lately I've been falling asleep Holding a pillow. They say it's comforting, they say it's like Hugging your loved one. Well, I'll tell you; it's nothing like it. It doesn't have that irresistible smell The smell of happiness As you stick your nose to their neck And smile from the knowledge Of your favorite in the world scent. It doesn't have that touch of skins The connection Because a touch is so much more Than we think it is. And finally, that pillow You sleep with, well, it doesn't Have a heartbeat. It can't feel you, smell you, touch you, smile It can't give you anything. Yet here I am, and you as well, Doing it. Because falling asleep with someone on Your mind Is much worse than with someone else In your bed. And here is me saying it: For now, you're a pillow. And that's enough Just for me to sleep.