Clueless Ink

I was dating this boy once.

Boy who slept with a bolster.

I’d get so annoyed sometimes,

So we made a deal:

Three nights with his dear bolster,

Four with the slightly needier one,

The moving, breathing bolster.

Me.

Now I sleep seven nights without him.

So I bought myself this extra cushiony, life-sized pillow.

Hugged it like I meant it.

And damn, it was good.

Then it hit me,

Maybe I was too hard on the bolster.

Never really gave it a chance.

But now that I have…

I can be fearless.

No fear of sleeping alone.

Eagerly waiting for my commitment issues to return,

So I can give something back to society,

In the form of no fucks given.

Perfect match, really:

My commitment issues,

And something emotionally available every night.

Hey, Bolsi, how you doin?