Midnight Lullabies

16 | Linger

I am banging on the doors of your heart
throwing pebbles on the windows of your soul
begging to be let in.

your tongue is a jammed printer
words tied up like knotted strings
and your fingers are as frozen as ice.

chaos roams around your head
the lights in your eyes are flickering
on and off, on and off.

the chandelier hangs, swinging
left and right, continuously
threatening to fall here and there.

how beautiful it must be to fall in love.

unlock the doors and let your soul escape
from the earthquake inside you
you seem to have lost the key.

I can almost hear you
screaming against your skin and bones
begging to be let out.

you want to escape;
I want to enter
in hopes of making things right.

a beautiful sort of chaos
erupting inside of you
but you are burning.

you are burning, my love,
and sooner or later, I know
that I have to scatter your ashes.

you are burning.
you are burning.
I can almost feel the heat.

your skin is flaking
your eyes are closing
your lungs are reaching for air.

the printer stops working.
the lights turn off.
the chandelier hangs still.

the clockwork inside of you has stopped
but the chandelier still hangs
heavy with the threat of falling.

that is what I meant
that is what I've promised
with the words, 'I do'.