The skeletons of my secrets pick the lock of the closet I jailed them in, torturing me in my sleep, their cold fingers stroking my misery into a frenzy of sobs and useless wanting. You plague my mind, leaving no room for breath and life, laughter or abandon. I beg you, loosen your clutch on my heart, for it hasn't beaten normally for the past 7 months. Give me back my innocence and my nights. Please, I don't know how much longer I can live while you're still in my head, lying behind the eyes you said you loved. I should've known better than to trust you, should've known you'd take advantage of my reckless love and leave me, an empty imitation of a lost self. My impersonation of a girl I no longer know ends every night in a different hotel room with the same room set-up, same bed sheets and un-fluffy pillows, and with the same curtains that don't fully close as the room before. I'm trying to flee from the closet that's locked inside my mind, that houses the skeletons who keep me awake on the same black nights.
