On the walls, there is nothing but white
I try to sleep,
Beneath the heavy pile of rainbow blankets.
Through the thin walls of the tiny flat,
I hear his stream hitting water
While he tries to drown the noise with the sink.
There’s an open window
Letting in residual rain smells
Allowing his sweat on my
Body to leave.
I sit up and let the cold air sink
In, and let him escape.
I have never been in love.