Let me just…
You lie there while I slip into something comfortable.
bad coping mechanisms,
and cheap lingerie.
I wear my recovery like perfume,
so I say,
Let me just quickly put something on.
I don’t know what you are expecting,
but I’m almost naked and I smell like war.
Let me get ready for this.
I’ll smile and pretend the days will come;
without you leaving.
Strip me bare
In the end
there is nothing for you here,
I make better love to myself.
At least I don’t flinch at the sight of teeth.