Go ahead and wipe your feet on my dreams as you enter. Pull the chain to a light that hasn't worked in years, and climb those creaking stairs that lead towards who I used to be.
Welcome to my childhood bedroom. A place that eventually became armor that I could no longer wear. There is a chest in the corner. Crack it open and watch as it breathes deep, almost like it has come back to life.
Sit there on the floor barely breathing in all the dust dangling in the air and notice that none of these stories are ever finished... because that's who I am. Never closing the door on a fucking thing. Never jotting down the last period. Never signing off.
Mind full of thoughts, trapped by a body that can't achieve rest. Before I met you I made a religion out of leaving others behind. Keep tabs on me or be forgotten. Sometimes I miss feeling down all of the time... like it was some close friend that moved away.
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