I get so tired of sleeping alone so I begin talking to
the skeletons in my closet 6 feet away as I lay there
trying to doze off.
They tell me stories about all the mistakes I've made and
all the love I've lost.
They remind me of how far I haven't really come.
In hopes of forgetting my past, I disassemble them and
make them into furniture for future friends to sit on.
We can share stories of times we never had and
what we want to become.
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