it's dark in the bathroom as the lights flicker on and off from the storm
i am sitting on the cold tiles, curling up with a towel
and drying my eyes with cement
i want the rain to blind me
i want to stand atop the largest hill
and crumble dandelions in my hands

i think one of us had the right idea
when it was known to stab you in the back
you might say i have no direction,
i am writing to write
and loving only to be hurt

(maybe your mind is full of smoke and nothing can be seen)

maybe we're both trapped inside this cold room
waiting for the lights to stay on
you don't hear it in the walls anymore,
you can't feel the scratching
the room knows
it has seen me throw metal trashcans through the walls,
bend over the bathtub and get fucked from behind
and it has seen me curl into a ball
with fists pounding my head

you didn't know me then

i keep coming in the bathroom
to muffle the voices in my head

and i have been tiptoeing around all year
trying to be delicate to your needs

these walls will never close in
and i am ready to get up.

09/27/2010

Posted on 09/27/2010
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