you're the cure

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.

pink walls plastered

with thick sheets of paper.

tapestries hung by

tiny sharp nails.

shelves stacked with

meaningless old trinkets.

sparkles of light adding

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.