Please never go away From our little paradise Where you and I can stay I don't want to be cold Laying here all alone Our story will go untold So, come back and hold me So I can melt away my struggle In our little paradise where we can be
My life is divided into different rooms as is my heart. For as long as I remember, from the time I used to care for decorations to the time I am too lazy to clean up. From the moments of sweet solitude by the window to the clinking glasses and winking eyes. The room belonged more to them than to me.
And I often found it unsettling, as if on a night when I would be hiding under covers not knowing what to fear, someone would knock at the door and with that knock, would come a pair of shoes and a set of clothes, holding a person whose face, motive or aim would soon be inconsequential.
And slowly she would drag me out of each room, snatching away each memory that she touched, knocking down my bookcases filled with my escape, tearing away the wallpapers behind which I hid my unvoiced cries. The doors would be shut on my face, leaving me out in a storm on a moonless night, leaving me alone to face all that I didn’t know of taking away all that I know.
The black clouds above blot out the light The air becomes heavy and it fills me with fright Shut tight my eyes and cover my ears Hide under covers fighting my fears Off in the distance is the sounding of Thunder And then in one moment the sky split asunder Dancing lightning setting fire to the sky And from my mouth escapes a small cry I am so small and so weak a helpless little child Hold me close to you while the night rages wild
I woke up, freezing, in the middle of summer, because of the cold beneath these covers. I miss you, you've changed. You're not here, where have you been? With whom? Come back, don't leave me with these empty covers. Will you please, please come back? Will you take care of me? Will I not be cold at night? Come back.
I catch your scent in my covers and sheets as I roll over sleepily I inhale it deeply Savoring the familiar smell Comfort, arms, forehead kisses A solid chest covered in dark, soft hair The sensation of your bare shoulder on my lips The soft skin of your neck The rasp of your beard on my cheek The solidness of your strength curled around me I comfort myself with the knowledge that this isn't permanent. I exhale and smile, wrapping myself in the blankets before drifting back to sleep.