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I have been completely
fine with falling asleep
alone half my life, but
once tasted every day
I wake up into
alone
just feels incomplete,
and my bed a million
miles wide.

“Give me love like her, cause lately I've been waking up alone. The pain splattered tear drops on my shirt, I told you I'd let them go...”

—“Give me love”
Ed Sheeran

Wake Up Alone

Amy Winehouse

I wondered why they would creep out of bed in the morning after we’d slept next to one another, all wrapped up in one another, our pajamas, and the blankets. we never touched bare skin, but we always went somewhere together when we shared sleeping space. traversing the astral plane wreaking all kinds of havoc and slaying dragons and shit, and then I wake up alone.

Going to bed alone isn’t even the worst part for me anymore. Waking up in an empty bed, in an empty room, in an empty fucking house, is a really horrible feeling. Every morning/afternoon that I wake up in this house, I can feel this pressure on my chest and this inexplicable anxiety coming up and up and up from the very pit of my stomach. There is nothing wrong, nothing bad has happened to me today, nothing is bothering me, yet all this is still happening. I think I have a legitimate fear of being alone - but I don’t know if alone is even the right word. My brain can only view my life through a series of short bursts of time, never long-term. When I wake up, not knowing what’s going to happen that day, I literally feel like the world and all its pressures are caving in on me.

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“It's hard to come to terms, I know. Last I heard, you weren't doing so good.”

—Waking Up Alone

“another morning of confusion. another morning of waking up alone. another morning of wondering why you are not close enough to touch, wondering why when i reach out my fingers they don’t caress the lovely skin your beautiful soul resides in. another morning of getting out of bed as swiftly as possible because not being in bed with you brings on a feeling of loneliness i can’t bare to ensue. another morning of wasting away in my own wandering thoughts of you and me intertwined in a, lustful, passion filled night we won’t forget. another morning, like all the rest, before you.”

—laya mekole

“I finally know the truth, The one that hurts is you.”

—Waking Up Alone

Mornings

Dreams,

that break open in essential light,

would split the seams of shadows.

You are

long gone

and the room recedes into just me. I am

awake and solitary.

But tonight,

when shadows are somehow seamless,

everything will be immaterial.

You can hold me,

even in a long continuum of dreams.

Want to wake up to your face.
Want to wake up to your smile even with your eyes closed.
Want to wake up to your kisses.
Want to wake up to your touch.
Want to wake up to your body next to mine.
Want to wake up where you are.