orifice to full

Our legs are in uncomfortable angles, in making

space for each other's homework, twin mattress, 

we make it for two. 

Thinking it is better to be alone, have more space, 

being with someone meant being an orifice, people

would stick things in me. 

Having a big bed, feeling so lonely and tainted, in 

it, feeling laughed at, as if I had been ripped like a 

piece of paper, useless.

But if I ask you to stop, I will not feel any laughter, but

soft eyes, a hand comforting my back with loving pats, 

no need to ever be alone.