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I liked the topic of it. The idea of staying where one is comfortable. The way the lines are, they feel shorter and choppy, but not in a bad way. It feels like it conveys a feeling of discomfort or like they are trying to reassure themselves of the comfort despite missing what is referenced in the second to last line. The last line makes it seem that way to that its not the same despite all the reassurances the person made earlier, like sad realization. I don’t know if that was what you were going for but I liked it.

Little melancholy, I can appreciate it. I usually tend to dislike the repetition of a line but here it worked well. It almost reads like a song rather than a poem, but where do you draw the line y'know? 

I think the ending is strong,

This seemed to be the weakest part for me: 

"out there, still here  
unless  
here, have me"

It confused me a bit to discern where are we here? Maybe this could have been better arrange.

Overall really nice, thanks for sharing.

I pictured a really dark scenario....
A body lying there amongst old dirty fabric. 
Hauntingly waiting for some time. 
Waiting to be found.

"'I wish you were still here

and I wish that I was too"


Wishing the other was there, now gone.
And you are gone to. (Death)

Your poem drew me in using my imagination.
Great work.

I don't think the anaphora is working here. For one, the text that is repeated, "I'm comfortable", and "waiting" is rather dull and toothless. I find that I really don't care whether the speaker is or is not comfortable.

my face pressed against old fabrics

i’m comfortable 

i’m comfortable right here

i’m not comfortable out there

here with no frills 

out there, still here 




unless

here, have me




waiting right here

waiting right here

been waiting right here




my face pressed against old fabrics

i’m comfortable 

i’m comfortable right here

i’m not comfortable out there

I wish you were still here

and I wish that I was too


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