The scene outside your window stopped moving,
you're stuck in a moment you can't forget.
Your pillow becomes your confidant and best friend.
Its warmth comes from your cheek and your arms as you hold it tight,
and leave me out in the dark and cold of the night.
Your pillow holds your secrets
and it's moist from the tears that have flowed.
Outside it has started raining
and my clothes are drenched but I can't go home.
Your pillow knows your fury from the times
you have punched ans squeezed and molded it into a new shape.
You haven't showed me your fury.
You must not have thought that
I could be punched or squeezed or changed into something new.
If only you knew that I'd do anything for you.
If only you'd open your door and let me be your pillow.
I can keep your warmth, secrets, tears, and fury just as well.
I promise I mean you no harm.
Maybe if you'd let me in,
we can leave behind your personal hell.
09/20/12
YOU ARE READING
Poems (2012)
Puisi...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...
