They tell me you’d come…

https://hamerstrap.wordpress.com/2018/03/10/they-tell-me-youd-come/

There are doors within me

that are shut.

There are windows, too

that do not open, anymore.

This house

that you’d build up here

lacks its home, now.

Its bricks, falling apart

from every quarter.

Tearing down my sanity.

They tell me you’d come with hammers.

My palms are cold.

Like frozen winter mornings.

This house,

no longer keeps me warm.

It’s cold outside.

It feels the same within.

My chest rips apart

to reek your warmth.

It bleeds silence.

Breaking this snow in my eyes.

They tell me you’d come with sirens.

Grief slept with me last night.

Yes, on your side of the bed.

It reached there

where you had always wanted to.

Stealing away all that you once had.

I kissed it

harder with every speck of this night,

melting into dawn.

And it lulled me to sleep.

Gouging out your thoughts

from my mind.

They tell me you’d come with broken clocks.

There are nights

when I wake up.

Looking for this house.

And I end up

breaking the doors with hammers.

I end up

tearing apart time with broken clocks.

They tell me you had come with a history.

I wonder why you didn’t repeat yourself.