"Things in my room remind me of you..."
I've my things that lie around,
in my messy room,
they remind me of you!
I've a chair from where
my off white shirt falls off, every time.
like how she lets me fall right off her shoulder
I've a table that clearly hates my toe
like how she loathes my existence.
I've a door that has a lizard on
like how she has had her authority on me.
I've a wooden bed that makes noises
I heard it make the same noises
when she said "Ill always love you",
then thrusted up against me. roughly.
I've a cupboard, that won't close properly,
like me, after I wholly let her
in and out of me.
I've my laptop who's keyboard
ain't workin' apparently
like how she responds,
whilst I shield her heart!
I've a bottle that seeps away all my water
like my valley that dribbles down
as she lustfully caresses me.....
I've my dusty old chest where I keep
all my poetry and paintings and perfumes,
like the treasure chest of my mind,
where I been savin' a huge room for her!
I've my Bible,
like my guardian angel,
It reminds me of her readin',
1 Corinthians/Chapter 13.
I've a cuppa tea I brewed for me
like I used to make her,
whenever she needed one
don't know why, I have one more next to mine, that I don't drink,
I've my wavey hair stands lying down
on the floor and dancin'
know what, they ain't dancin' anymore.
yet moving all over, looking for
the curly ones they used to dance with....!
I've a couch in the corner
that has a torn purple cover on,
like the fluffy seat I always save up for her
when we're at Gunter's Coffee House.
hmmm..... never mind,
it only happened in my imagination! Lol.
I've my batman tee. wonder where I lost it!
like her feelings it is..., way away from me....
I've a broken key to my lock
well. It's been locked, the key is broke
"how the hell would I unlock it now?!!"
I think of gettin' a new key to my lock,
like a brand new me, only imaginable!
because I saw a copy of my key,
playin' on her fingure
that someone else made for her
in no time, unlocked and
she dashed out of the door, into the street.
It's an undesirable door, she says
it's the only door to my heart, I say
saw her standin' at that doorstep, till where,
muffled up in my arms, I brought her....,
yet she, hesitant to go through,
abrupt to abandon my arms....
hence, I ain't ever goin' to bring
anyone to my door. anymore.
I, perhaps, raised my door
for the one that'd rather
find their way, their own..... !!
~ Anagha Lakshmi ~