My bed knows my body better than anyone else does
It knows that every day, I lie between comfort and chaos
And how I always think of the future and sometimes feel the past
It listens when all I have is bottled-up feelings labeled with unborn words
And it shows up when I want to disappear, offering its hand to heal where I hurt
My bed is a witness to my rise and fall in conquering what I want to be in this world.

My bed knows how I spent sleepless nights dreaming of becoming someone new
And how many moonless midnights have I fallen asleep feeling blue
My shortcomings, longing to have someone see me with a romantic value
Fear of being forgotten and drowning in life’s flow
Thoughts that stream down my eyes every...