How many curtains can we hang before
It’s time to wake up?
How many metaphors until we are steam on the mirror that never seems to clear up?
How many analogies are needed to be said until we’ve put on make up?
He said we sound self absorbed
And he’s right.
we use these conversations
To drown out
The sound of those tears we are soaked in.
Finding a way to have company at night
in a bed already full of
Our own opinions
Our own problems
Our own words
And our own nonsense.
May our hearts feel sick from not being able to hide,
As we have no more petals
To curl up behind.