Shitty— But Comfortable
I’m meeting new people
Introducing him
Feeling as if I
Finally did it
I either killed her
Or I grew out of it
Either way I am a man
Unaccompanied, now
And I feel more on my own
Than I did with the
Man in my closet
Making me laugh and feel
Shitty, but comfortable.
I am him now and I can’t help but
Miss her warmth and sense of humor
He is no longer hiding and feels
More than a bit nervous