A Poem About a Room
Maybe... Maybe I'm just insecure
Pelting my back against the walls of your room is where I long to be
But I hate it here honey
The blue walls are drowning me
Suffocating my left lung while I'm still trying to breathe with my right
Brain all night
Blood stains on the bed sheets from my cycle, blood stains on the walls, my name is embedded into the architect of these walls.
You can bet my gamble of risk is written on this surface.
My beginning game was to make my mark, now I can't get these walls out of me
Red blood stains in the blue dry wall from the strife of our comfortability
We've sunken deep into these bean bag blocks and I've got too grounded here.
I wrote my name on these walls
I've given it all against these walls
Legs, head, banging against these walls have seen my breasts and the all of me. They tell me "darling, you could of had plenty if you wouldn't have given it up."
If these walls were to crumble I'm certain that I would fall against them, with them
Laying at rest beneath the rubbish but devoured by written remembrance on these walls my throat bubbles and I roar for them!
They have shown me what sturdy is like some steel pipes are on their insides
They have shown me what hurt is like scratching me
We've spent many moons in this room, hiding behind the blue pigment and these walls these blue filthy mounds bare our remembrance.
We've written Love on them
So tell me how a who can be surrounded by OUR four walls and not admit that I am always near...
Still... I am a young girl harboring the enchantment of the world at her feet... With the sun on her back, allowing rays to penetrate, who's never been afraid to reach Love's peaks.
I found myself in this room.
These walls are me.
The blue walls turned my skies as pink as coral reefs and lulled at my horizons until I became still, and anew.