A room full of shoes
With no occupying feet.

I need stretching fabrics
To take me upside down,
To roll and fall and crawl
Inside the room of lights.
I am an empty pot.
Fill me with your breath,
Down past my knees and
Through my arms to my hands.
Empty of all the emotions I owe Her

Wake me up at night
I don’t want to help you home.
I’ll put you to sleep and
Hope you choke.
You are soaking in humiliation.
Serves you right for
Drawing my attention away from Her.

Give me books, make me write,
Keep my wrist to page.
Mop up ink with my hair.
I am void of thought
So fill my head with movement
And sound. Anything to
Take away the sound of her voice.

Cook for me, teach me games.
Spend time with me.
Pat me on the spine and
Congratulate me for being me.
Help me drown my sorrows
And feelings. Just be my friends.
Help me forget the miles between
Me.




And Her.

Let her hear me.
Near me.
Touch me.
Let her encircle.
Let her enclose.
I am an empty pot
For her to fill.
Pretty Princess,
Whisper in my ear,
Down past my knees and
Through my arms to my hands.
Let me cry and mop up my tears
With your hair.

Just be here.