Carving your name into my childhood home,
Burning wood in the hearth, sitting alone,
Every scratch and scar crafted on the walls,
Reminds me of our distant past, wandering down the halls.
It screeches and mutters like a creature of night,
Restlessness pricks my child of mind,
Rearching for a memory that I wish remained untold,
That I wish I didn’t know, my blood running oh so cold.
Too scared to utter a word, your gaze on my lying lips,
But you’d know them when they seep, like venom in my kiss.
I grew to stay silent,
My entourage remains defiant,
I now see that fondness was always pliant,
And that my words should be subsided.
And I know loving you shouldn’t mean silence,
But loving you also shouldn’t mean violence.
© Grinchy