rusty nails

 

 

I crawled out of that little room in the
center of my head again,
thinking it was safe.
So much for thinking.
Now I’m sinking again.

Raving mad, foaming at the mouth —
I never learn.
I think too much.
I tripped over my own eagerness to seek you out,
help you,
give to you,
love you.

I left my happy key in your pocket,
and you left town,
changed into a suit and tie
burned your jeans
melting the key
so…
no more happy.
No more me.

I scrounged around
found a fistful of
rusty nails and

I crawled back into that little room in the
center of my head again,
where I knew it was safe, and
I nailed that bitch shut forever.

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