Guest house heart

A Poem by purpleray

'inviting them in just to make them go'

I speak of poison
For its bitter taste is all I know
I speak of pain
For its piercing nails are all I've ever felt
I speak of lost love
For that is all my guest house heart has every gained
I speak
For my words are all I have left
So I clear my throat and spit the word's pushing against my teeth
I Position my lips
deepened in ink
And I speak
Speak
Speak of lovers
Of Wanderers
That never over stay their welcome
Of wanderers
That leave as quietly as they come

Oh and This lovers
This lovers
I let come in with all their luggage
Help them unpack all their baggage
I Stack my shelf with the pieces of their broken hearts
Decorate my walls with the pictures of past life's they carry around in carts
Hoping to make them feel at home
While still reminding them
This is not home
Just a temporary shelter from a storm
It's not impossible
More improbable
That I will soon believe in permanency
That I will soon see the beauty
in consistency
That I will let my wounded heart close its door
That I will stop inviting them in just to make them go

You see
I am an addict
In love with the taste of the acid
That their tongue leaves behind
In love with the smell of the rust
That their word's leave in my mind
In love
With love
In love
With losing at love.