i let you into my house
you got comfortable; fast
you knocked down all of my
walls and protected me
when the ceiling started to cave in;
your skin was so warming
i hadn't missed the walls
but when you told me that you'd
come back and i never saw your
pale skin again;
i wondered why the winter
weather hurt so bad
YOU ARE READING
the lonely club
Poetrysometimes i can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives i'm not living
