Stop talking.
My nerves are grated into straw.
Build a house out of them,
And then huff and puff and knock it down.
If you’re the Big Bad Wolf, what am I?
Nothing
But the ruins of your hurricane.
Let’s build a house together, you said
Now I’m left staring at cold bricks and mortar
That reflect my misery.
Come home
Or don’t
Please, just don’t abandon me,
As I drown in your silence.