Security Blanket
I thought the security blanket I wrapped myself in was made of tougher stuff,
but as it turns out, it's more like lace,
which doesn't really keep me warm.
Usually I don't think there's room for anyone but me in it,
but I was feeling pretty small and he was feeling just right,
like maybe I could make some space for him,
but when I opened my mouth to say so all that came out was goodbye.
When I wrapped myself up, I thought a cocoon sounded safe,
but I'm not a caterpillar or a butterfly,
and now I'm alone in this security blanket with room for two,
and it's smothering me.
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