I stared up at this ceiling 

The fan was dusty and needed some cleaning

Much like my heart

Deep within myself I threw a tantrum

Looked over at you with anger 

I wondered how many more pretty faces stared at this same ceiling

I caressed these sheets slowly

A little bit of last night crept into my thoughts

I wondered how many more bare bodies laid in this spot

I didn’t want to picture you touching someone else

But I wasn’t naive

I was just quiet 

I tried to keep it together 

With my head on this pillow 

My thoughts wandered on…

A fucking beautiful disaster 

We both know you’re a waste of time

I’m a little hard headed 

Addicted to the man who barely loves himself

Could you be a reflection of me?