Poetry - Here

I'm waking up early
And thinking of you in your bed.
I know the door is unlocked
And the way is clear,
But I pull my covers over my head,
Because it's safer here.

Here, where a girl can cry
With no fear of anger,
And might make herself comfortable
And not be in danger.
Where a girl doesn't have to think
About the mess
Or worry about the nervous
Exposure of flesh.

Here, where a girl can close her eyes,
Where a girl can imagine you by her side
Like you used to be.
Here, where a girl isn't touched
Except in her sleep.

Here, where no one else has to bother
With a girl's shaking or tears,
Where a pillow must suffice,
Where company is limited to mirrors.
Here, where there's no one to care
Or even take notice of nightmares.

Here, where a girl has to cope
With her own problems,
Where a girl has to use all of her hope
Just to get through the night,
Where she can try to convince herself
That she's happy
Even if she isn't quite.

So I hate the snooze button
And try not to think about what you said.
I want someone to make it true,
To come and be here with me,
But I force myself to sleep instead,
And hope that the security
Is worth the misery.