Pride Ed

29 Oct, 2014 03:40 PM
"Old houses mended,
Cost little less than 
new before they're ended."
— Colley Cibber. 

When all is said and done, 
you’ll stand there like
ancient wood-rot,
and I’ll let you fall in ruin.

“You are so easy to break.
Remember that.”

So can I wash you cold and brittle
with your broken hand until you fade?

Can I touch you?
Answer soon.

Can I keep the cracked pieces of paint
around my neck like
a broken rosary until you believe
in me again?

Can I hope?
Answer soon.

I’ve been ransacked, but you waited after
the fact to tell me…

Was it because my house wasn’t what
you thought it was? 

“You robbed me of what I had left!”

Now there’s hate and
wrath in every wall 
that houses your life now.

Every insecurity, everything 
I know of you… 

“I’ve locked you in.”

So can I approach you?
Please answer before 
I kill you.
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