Pillow Talk

Pillow talk 

If my bed could speak 

It  would be the voice of many 

The days of me feeling empty 

Watching me grow from a child 

To a man 

Where I overthought to gthe point I’d heat up  and turn on the fan

The cool air presses against my mattress along with making those thoughts vanish 

The pillows hold my deepest screams

Along with my bigger dreams 

My bed would say I’m it’s number 1 companion 

When I’m depressed it’s the only thing I’m ever around 

Escaping the sounds 

The first place I practice showing emotion  

Why practice ? Because if my masculinity seems weak

It could cause a commotion 

My bed was there when I got  a whooping

Tears snot and all 

My bed seen me on drunkie k days  protecting me from falls

My bed was there for all my phone calls

Seen me feeling like I was above all

My bed will tell you how I handle deaths, heart breaks ,the bully’s 

And physical pain

It was all the same tear one napkin

Then I’ll wake up like I was okay

But that was for pretend but 

Maybe the thoughts adjusted before it could end 

If it could talk it would tell you how nowadays I abandon  it

To stay up all hours 

Lost in my own thoughts often sour 

Only to visit my bed for  temporary visit

It could sense my limit 

Me calling myself a dimwit

 If my bed could talk it would probably 

Wish for the young happy Kyle 

Not the one hanging by a thread 

 The one that smiled as he got on his bed and spread 

Not the dull older  Kyle instead 

The memory’s imprinted on my bed 

Is stained in my beds thoughts like dry blood 

The type of a pain that would make a crips  eyes flood

But as the host for my body to rest

It can’t say  I’m not a eventful 

vessel

It may be stressful 

But the outcome of seeing me reach my max potential 

That little boy Kyle will be happy for adult Kyle 

And that’s essential