Not a metaphor

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I'm sleeping on your side of the bed,
And this isn't a metaphor.

It doesn't mean that I miss you,
Or that I'm moving on,
Or that I can't sleep on my side,
Or that I needed a change.

It just means I'm sleeping on your side of the bed.
This isn't a metaphor.

This isn't a poem.
It's more of a log than anything.

Insomniac log #1 I'm sleeping on your side of the bed.

But it's not your side
It's mine.
The whole bed is mine.

Insomniac log #1 a bed is just a bed, it isn't a metaphor.

Insomniac log #1 reminder for the morning: stop turning people and objects into things that they're not. Sometimes a bed is just a bed, and a boy is just a boy.

The world is not poetry, it's a planet that orbits our sun in the solar system and belongs to a universe. Something bigger and outside of us. Still not a metaphor.

Things are not always other things.

Insomniac log #1 still not a metaphor, still not a poem,

Still on your side.

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