On My Wall

I lay in bed, failed relationships float around above like stars from a bonked cartoon head

I worry, Will I ever find love?

One I can write of?

My eyes roam

In my room alone

Then I see you…

Matte, flat, on the wall, Sat.

With your jet hair, dark orb eyes,

You're always there, no surprise

You listen without judgment,

Knowing exactly what I meant

When I said be with me here

Show me you are near

I feel your stare

Even when I'm not there

I don't need reality

I'm wary of those who get on without me.

Call it selfish, say I need therapy but I know you'll always be there for me…

Even though you won't REALLY,

It's all the same to me.

As long as I get to come home to you,

Sat, flat, matte on my wall.