This is not a poem, you've filled my head with silence.
My body is filled with the shadows of a girl who once lived here.
My eyes, dust laden like the window ledges of this broken home.
I tried, but my tears dried to leave oceans in my shoes.

I thought you were safe, under the dirt, 6ft under.
I'd left you there in my graveyard of suppressed memories.
I nailed your hands to the cross of everything I can never have.
Resurrected. Three days grace. You're haunting me.

You asked me to keep you safe, so I dug a shelter in my heart.
You could fit within me perfectly and I’d carry you until the end.
You weaved a blanket of my warmth, and pulled it round you tightly.
To protect you from the storm, your last goodbye blew in on..