White Rooms

Warning Warning Mayday
We're going down tonight but are
you coming with me?

You're falling to the ground without my hand;
I can't save you if I'm already there
kissing the cold concrete
That was where we said goodbye.
I fell faster than I had planned,
our cries for help echo in every empty corner of this
white white room.
Our words are lost within the multitude of soul-less phrases
whose integrity is muted by the cobwebs,
absorbed by the crumbling plaster.
They're circling in these rooms.
The doors are closed and locked.
Padlocks making prisoners out of the whispers
we don't want to recall.

And I'll write my love for you on every tumbling wall.
A graffiti tribute to what we could have been.
I hope you're reading this with a shot of irony mixed
with a twist of truth
and a slice of cynicism.
That was how real girls died.
Saying it would have meant meaning it.
I wasn't in love.
I was head over heels.
I somersaulted at your feet.
But it would have been impossible for me to say how much it hurt.
The words were hidden in my mouth,
a poison that I couldn't bear to swallow.
I couldn't let my words prove me wrong.

My twisting thoughts suffocated the last of our chances
stomped the breath from the fragile shell of possibility.
Perhaps. . .?
I think too much and live too quickly
and I will only lose you to find out that
my circling made you dizzy.
Take this medicine
calm the lights flashing in your head.
Mayday Mayday
I'm running away beneath the surface of the foundation of our lies.
I've left you to be swallowed by the white white walls.

Warning

I'm leaving you behind.