The Real

Unsent text messages save memory in my phone

Covers comfort me as i lay in this bed alone

I’m bored and lonely but my heart is at ease

Which is most important to the least of these

My pillows are soft and my sheets are warm

My heart is lifted, uneasy to conform

Loneliness isn’t so bad compared to heartbreak

Its like a vibrating phone compared to an earthquake

It feels good to take a pleasant strole through the night

Without drowning in tears from a horrible fight

I can breathe

And the weights on my heart are easy to relieve

So those unsent text that occupy my phone

Along with the missed calls due from no ignorance of my own

Will continue to hold their place 

Because tears from heartbreak need rest from this face.