Cursive

I wake alone, ina womans room I hardly know.
I wake alone- and pretend that I am finally home.
The room is littered with her books and notebooks.
I imagine what they say, like, shoo fly, dont bother me,
And I can hardly get myself out of her bed.
For fear of never lying in this bed again.
Oh christ, Im not that desperate am i? oh no- oh god- I am.
Howd I end up here to begin with? I dont know.
Why do I start what I cant finish?