i'm sorry
i cannot talk today
my curtains have cried that
the sun is too warm
to be here
where things come
to die
i haven't eaten
since yesterday and
the door is still unlocked
because i am nothing
worth keeping safe
i told my mom
that i loved her
with my mouth closed
and she cried
because i cannot talk today
my walls are panicking
the four of them caving in
like weak knees, i think
they agree with the
curtains
i haven't eaten since yesterday
and the sun has tapped on
my window twice
i have no reply to give
it doesn't belong
here where things do
not live
i don't like myself
because i love my
mother and i am
no piece of her
she can only
love once
and i cant
not love someone
who gives me their coat
a coat, my standards
are high like the ceiling
that rots while i sob
because i cannot talk today
i'll sleep under the bed again
just like last tuesday
when you told me that i was
too haunted to touch and too
hollow to reach
you didn't have to
break that truth
it cuts me knowing that
i do not
deserve soft things
or warm things like
the sun that bangs
on my window
shouting that i'm someone
he'd like to meet