The Quiet Room

I didn’t mean for any of this to happen

I never did,

yet it always came back to me-

to crying with her in the glassy door

and I knew I had committed another irreversible sin

I looked to her for forgiveness

or comfort

or even justification,

yet she sat wordless, watching me

those dark, empty eyes.

The rooms we shared had grown inhabitable

the pink walls smeared in blood and dirt

our rotting bed standing on filthy carpet,

there is no love in a place like this

there is no hope,

I trapped her with me

and I can never leave this place

it's so cold, here in the quiet room

and her porcelain skin is cracked and chipped

bleeding as the freezing winter bites me

my stomach empty-

my heart broken,

and my mind lost, somewhere in this room

we watch the snowflakes dance through the empty neighborhood

as the broken music box chokes out a familiar melody.

We don’t want to be here anymore

I don’t want to wake up in this place anymore

and I want to bury her,

I wish someone would find me,

hear me-

remember that we’re still here.

Hiding in my torn pink sheets,

I wish upon a shooting star in our starless reality-

I wish her room was clean and safe

and I wish I was waking up in your room

again.