If It Wasn't Love Then What Was It

I toss back and forth the idea
Of washing my face
At 3am

No
I'm already in bed
Besides, I didn't wear that much make-up today
I'm lying

My imagination suddenly plays tricks on me
And I'm under the red comforter agian
Lying on your side of the bed
Just because it's yours

Our hands are clasped tight
And my leg fits perfectly between yours
because you sleep with your right leg at a 90 degree angle

I know all it would take is to open my eyes
And the sweet torture would end
But they are slammed shut, like a dresser drawer
I used too much force and now
I can't open it
I'm lying agian

Not until I fall deeper into my mind
Do I recall that day I decided every fortune unfurled from a cookie meant you and
The realization of misfortune was enough to remind me of how much

Mascara I coated over my sad eyes.
Shooting my body up, as if to wake from a bad dream
I mope to the bathroom to wash

My face