You seemed like a kind, loving home I could stay in for a while
A place that provides warmth for my cold little, desperate soul
A brightness that burns just right
A sense of safety for my unsafeness
Trust for distrust
Love for hate
Flesh for mind
My heart- how it hurts for-
The thawing process is beginning yet again
I’ve had to store my heart in the freezer that sits in the darkened corner
for so long
that it has freezer burn by now
So hot it’s cold
There it was in the freezer in the kitchen
The kitchen by the living room
By the dining room with the oak table
By the bedroom
By the window I always think of escaping out of
Even though it is two stories up
This house has been empty and it has been full
But right now there is only you and me
2 occupants
1 home
I always think about how
The fire could get too large and consume the wood
The wood could get brittle and brake
The house could get over run over by ivy
Or curious people could overcrowd our humble space
I always think about how
We could rot away
The smell of fresh wood being replaced
By bugs
Ugliness
A new type, this time around
Simply bones and some ribs left,
where full bodied love had once lived
a healthy life
Now Diverging
Into that period of time before the bad decisions were made and after
But choice was never an option
For the heart thaws of its own accord