breakfast instead

I awake to fragments of consciousness

'can the self be trusted'

my head kept turning to check if the sky had turned bright

if dusk was coming

as if light will discount my longing to be freed

you were right beside 

sleeping soundly, right beside

for nights, I have been wondering about this

ritual that we build up to

sleeping soundly, right beside

I crawled, and started to express

my affection, through what I understood as being meaningful

I wanted you to experience pleasure

I liked it when you tell me about it

until I realised

my intent couldn't be reciprocated

I lay, quiet in pain

then you countered for a rewrite

'I make you breakfast instead'

I wish to be loved

I wish to be loved

I wish to be loved

got milk

"I didn't get milk today, we don't have much left"

"....oh,"

"what are we going to have for breakfast?"

"we can still go for........"

"will you be okay with that?"

"...yeah"