Sheet Dreams and Folded Papers

You search for me in your sleep,
and you find me somewhere between the sheets,
dreaming up things I'd rather not believe.
And when you find me, you hold me
so when I wake up the first thought I have
is about you loving me.

Your body shifts sides,
from left to right.
You wrap yourself around my cold shoulder.
Your hands search for bits of my skin to hold on to.
My skin may not be as soft as my heart really is
but I'll wear it as well as I can.
So when I keep folding myself up,
and closing you out,
I'll put myself away and hide.

When you lose me, and wonder where I went,
just think,
I'll always be around.
Pull me out of your pocket and read me all over again.
Open me back up.
Look at me and my rough edges,
I know you're trying to smooth them out,
make me look clean again,
something you have never been.
But neither have I.