Feb 2015
I want to climb inside your head
and take a walk.
Your lips say its empty but I too well
its filled with everything.
I want to find the “nothing,” you say.
To find where the demons live
and stay the night.
Have dinner with them and learn their names.
Leave the next morning, knowing they’ll be okay.
and take a walk.
Your lips say its empty but I too well
its filled with everything.
I want to find the “nothing,” you say.
To find where the demons live
and stay the night.
Have dinner with them and learn their names.
Leave the next morning, knowing they’ll be okay.
I thought this up because anytime I ask my boyfriend what he's thinking about he always says "nothing" and I know it's really not nothing. Once in a blue moon he'll say "everything" like he did last night. That's what inspired this poem.
