You let me sleep on your couch and your floor even in your bed window side. You let me have a corner in your closet. A place where my boxed up life could reside. In return I showed you how life was like a painting. One so violent and depressing. You just closed your eyes when you saw me disintegrating. You’d stand by and just watch me vaporize.
As the world fell in love with me you fell out or so it seemed. Change your sheets to rid yourself of me. Because it’s been weeks and you still speak in your sleep.
Remember when you brought home that picture of your dad? Hung it on the wall as a reminder of what it is to be a man. Well, I was lying when I said I didn’t know where it went. I tore it up laughing and I’d do it again. Because before I met you I had just that chance. I could’ve been a loving father, but at the time I didn’t bother. And since then, to be honest, things haven’t gotten any better. You and I live as strangers and you’re always writing others letters.
As the world fell in love with me you fell out or so it seemed. Change your sheets to rid yourself of me. Because it’s been weeks and you still speak in your sleep.
I’ve thrown myself to the floor like a children’s doll. Feeling so volatile. Why wouldn’t you talk to me when I tried? Hid yourself behind a “do not resuscitate” sign. Leaving me to decide whether you fell in love with a girl or a guy. Or did you get lost inside the world you hid from me all this time? Letting me know exactly what was your’s, but never mine. Still, I harvest the blame. To me it’s all the same. The guilty have no shame. Jokingly, said you would burn all that was mine in your place with serious written all over your face.
So, I sleep in my clothes just in case I feel the flames touch my face. I can make my escape with grace.
Blacklisted “Our Apartment is Always Empty”
