it was then, i realized
you and i would never work
the night of tip-toeing
when i slept over
cause a drive back would have been
too lonely to risk.
so i dropped my bags in your room,
to wait out the night with you.
but you wouldn't even let me
borrow the tooth brush.
afterward, i cried
huddled beneath white sheets
with your arm across my stomach,
while you snored above me,
i felt very small,
and worse, unimportant
to you.
maybe i was hurt by your
selfishness,
by your reluctance to
give in to me.
truth is, i don't care about tooth brushes
mostly, i just wanted you
to make room for me
in your life.
but i should have known better,
there's not even space for me
in your bed.
i don't like sleeping in a ball.
