There's no one to know
There's no one to show
all of my little jars.
I scratched off their paint and soaked them.
They're empty now, like they've never been.
They sit in the back of the bathroom cabinet,
small drips leaking in from the sink.
And no one has seen them, so nobody knows.
I'll keep them there, I think.
No one is coming by.
No one will see them dry.
They'll come after the fact,
when the reds come back
and the drips from the sink aren't enough.
There's no one to know
There's no one to show
There's no one, so here's what I'll do.
I'll go down below,
Since there's no one to show,
And pretend that I see you.
YOU ARE READING
Poems From The Heart
PoetryA series of poems about myself, love, and fear. It seems monsters lurk around every corner of life.
