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Why Stay

When There's Ocean's Between Bed Sheets

By Nicole WesterhousePublished about a year ago 1 min read

Warm breath of lingering whiskey

Not sure when you swept in.

You woke me up as you fell asleep.

Your midnights are always spent

Somewhere else. With someone else.

You're always ripe with wanting.

Why do you stay?

I've marked the exits

I've made the plan

I've packed the bags, just in case.

I wait.

I'm always in a state of waiting.

Why do I stay?

I hate this. I hate us.

This awful routine we became.

I should want to leave.

But I always remember

That first vibrant summer

Dancing to God Only Knows

I'll always love that version of you

We haven't been that for a while

But I hold on to the hope

That we'll find our way back

That you'll smile

Like I was your world.

In the silence of the twilight

I think of the fight we should have

I think of the words I should say

I carefully arrange sentences.

But I say nothing.

You sleep and say nothing

And we continue as we were.

I don't know why you stay

You'll never say

I don't know why I stay

I'll never say.

heartbreak

About the Creator

Nicole Westerhouse

I'm thirty.

Damn, that hurts to type, but there it is.

Not much of note.

I suppose I should say "yet."

Makes it sound like I'm going places.

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