She sits up, sighs.
Brushes the hair from her face

yet another morning wihtout him
his side of the bed still untouched
she reaches for a stuffed animal
anything to touch to make herself feel alive.
she hasn't in months
she turns up her music,
cries into her pillow
sobs, despair, tears
her pillow is drenched
she touches her skin
her shaking body
she wants to feel beautiful
like you made her feel
she had to be naked to feel beautiful for you
it wasn't the same any other way
you could only look at her when you could see her every curve
every piece of flesh
her tender flesh
ou clay to mold, shape, feel
she could melt into and feel safe
but was this really safety?
being nude?
nudity is dangerous.
her flaws are visibile
she feels lonely,
back to reality, she's alone
feelings delicate,
like whne you whispered her name
form the other side of the bed,
grasped her hand and pulled her close to you
call her name, she needs you, please...