Nicole you saved me maybe, but then again I am far to damaged to bare this.

I've started making more room in the bed, for a lover who's not there. Hugging more than one pillow, funny how quick it turns from cold to hot. and i'm sharing the bed with memories of you. The memories take up all the room, but that is what memories do. The pillows don't hold me back, though the memories do. Need to move on, Need to run, but I can't even make for the door. All I can do is over think.