The door is unlocked but the house is empty
I walk in and shiver as I pass the threshold
It's colder inside than it is out
All of the windows are open and the cold breeze enters undisturbed
Or maybe the cold comes from what the house holds
I walk through the house
Everything is bare but I see the years of memories written on the walls
The fights, the tears, the anger, the joy, the love, the pain, the laughter, the sadness
It's all still here and a new coat of paint can't hide it
The wooden floor creaks under my footsteps
Louder and louder as I approach the room
It warns me to turn back,
That I don't really want to see what I'm about to see
The metal doorknob is so cold that it burns
But I will my fingers to turn it silently
The door is open and I'm not surprised, I knew what I would find
The carpet is drenched, so heavy with two sets blood that I'm afraid I'll fall through
The wall is splattered with red and the cold must have preserved your bodies because there is no smell,
Just a stale heaviness in the air
You both lie in the middle of the room, your fingers are intertwined
Everyone will say it was because of love
I say it was because of stupidity
No one was going to force you two apart
Everyone tried to support you, but you pushed everyone away
You killed yourselves in an empty house and the fault is entirely yours
I cant stand the cold anymore
I close the door silently and walk out of your empty house
You didn't want me there anyway
12/16/2012
YOU ARE READING
Poems (2012)
Poetry...And I unleash unto you, more torture. I never bothered with poetry before October 2011 and I didn't think I would have bothered with it after those last few poems in December. My poems are crappy, I say it all the time, but I'm kind of looking fo...
