Habits

A repetition of mental experience

You go home, drop your things off in the same place, always

Drop your keys off, where you will pick it up the next time you head out

You have a favorite chair, a favorite spot on the sofa, a favorite corner you read in, a favorite side of your bed

Is it really a favorite or is it just a habit? 

Does always taking the chair at the end of the dinner table mean you want a quick escape route?
I've always wondered if its because running away is so much on my mind  

Like the preferred washroom cubicle you always go to if it's available
Why is that, haha? The constant place you go to space out from work?

Like the reassurance of sleeping next to someone you trust 

Is it a habit or has your brain Pavlov-ed you into believing you need him around? 

or is it the just that you are tired of sleeping alone

Like the smell of his cologne on you when you go back to your empty bed 

You fall asleep smiling, fall asleep smelling him on you

Don't get too close, that hurts every-time you smell it after he's gone

Or the feeling of how perfectly your bodies fit when you hug

That hurts more, how the next one is just not the same, just not right

Of course, Hes going to leave too

My heart doesn't beat anyone's name anymore, it just beats out of habit

Does anyone matter anymore? Or is it just you the attention whore?

I know I can't stop you from leaving, but will I don't want you to go count for anything?

Sorry but you have become a habit

A regular tendency especially one that is hard to give up

Or preferred before all others of the same kind

A favorite?