pink walls plastered
with thick sheets of paper.
tapestries hung by
tiny sharp nails.
shelves stacked with
meaningless old trinkets.
sparkles of light adding
to the colorful purple lights
candles burning in every corner
crackles of flame and wick.
half-eaten dishes scattered
on surfaces never to be cleaned.
melody humming from
the blue spinning disc.
so full of everything i could wish for
yet so empty so lonely.
I shut down a lot
I don’t know why I do it.
I can’t control it,
but for some reason
the voice inside my head
says it is because I am
attention seeking.
I know I am not.
I decided I was in love with you
before I knew what love was.
I had never felt true love.
I mean, I had felt love.
I had loved my family,
the color pink, music.
I love it when you call me
by my name.
When you label me.
Like a doll sitting in
the display.
Read out my description.
Learn my characteristics.
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