Bed Of Roses

Just a small tribute to a small constant in my life.

I fall asleep
in the same bed
every night
for the last ten years

I have cried, laughed,
bled, and slept in this bed

I'm sure it has a smell
By now, I'm sure it has a soul

The bed creaks,
but it never breathes
a word

It knows my secrets
It carries them

like it carries my curves,
my weight,
and my mind

But the damn thing is old
and I wake up
aching

which just goes to show:
the more you love a thing,
the more it hurts you.