My relationship is like a wall,
I can paint it how I like.
The paint does not last forever, even though I keep telling myself it will,
I can always re-paint it.
When the paint chips or fades I don't mind it,
it's a wall in the house of my own so it feels good enough just to own it.
I can't see the wear and tear myself or the marks that aren't hidden,
I tell myself I'm looking but I'm not.
Sometimes I feel like behind the paint I can see some scribbles,
maybe just like a family some kids wrote on my wall.
But, I don't have any kids,
and I can feel the wall telling me it wouldn't like to be written upon.
Still I feel as though behind the paint there's something there,
I try to look but it's gone when I'm close enough.
I imagine there must be a person coming in behind my back to write on the wall when I'm not looking,
But, they are always faster than me and they leave before I can notice.
I've packed up a wall once.
I tell myself I can pack up another wall again.
But, the first wall was not like this.
But, this wall is right beside my bedside.
But, this wall never moves for me.
My wall is there for me.
But, it never moves for me.
jnb, 3/31/17
 BeatsyaBass · Sat Apr 01, 2017 @ 01:26am · 0 Comments |
