My Night-time Poetry

Under the bed and inside your closet ❤️

You tell me to hide under the bed and shove me into the closet.

I thought you said we were exclusive?
You lie through your sheets.

I hear her stomp then shout. You mock a cry and tell her it's all right.

She cries with you like a fool caught in our act, too.

I feel her eyes form on me, burning through the wooden closet.

I burrow in clothes and panick when she rips open the doors.

You stand there worried and throw me out of the room.

I'm locked out without my clothes wearing only the last hope that she would have found me.

                                  me.

I've become the monster under your bed that hides in your closet.

You put me on your bed and tell me all the things you think I want to hear.

The door cracks open.

She stands still and looks out to the distance of our action.

There's no tears for you left to cry, only fear and forgiveness.