I’ve built a dollhouse in you with
Windows trimmed with my hopes as if
You can give me whatever the stars are made out of.
I want syrupy love
Filtered through a funnel, but
That kind of talk kills people
At night in their sleep.
I’ve placed the floorboards behind you.
A bridge to nowhere, but I’ll cross
It like my life depends on it.
I ate the dog eared pages of poetry,
Highlighted sentences trailing over period marks.
I’ve made my bed, blankets hanging
Off the edge
Tugged at by monsters underneath