I stared at the ceiling and I watched shadows dance
I begged them with silent lips for cover of comfort in the light
I laid un-moving as the concrete of your words settled into my skin
Like the cement of a sidewalk
I did not gasp for breath nor let my heart beat
I became the stone you thought you wanted
You made a wall with four words
It's stopping me from reaching for you
Every time I think to lunge forward
I pull back so fiercely as if burned by the heat of a flame
You should watch what you spill from those lips of yours
I'm no good at cleaning up messes
Because I'm a mess myself
The funniest part of it all that keeps me up at night
Laughing in spite of you, is the power struggle
Of a situation uncontrolled by your hands
Of which you so desperately try to control
You will break yourself down into a dust of a million tiny fractures
And I will still sweep you up
And hold you as if you made the sun shine every **** morning