The corner

Some have advised me to try a different approach.

Thing is, nothing works much like this trick I have. 

I have a corner. 

A place where I go, 

And I think about all these possibilities

Probabilities

Anomolies.

Where you turn and change

And just hurt me.

This corner is wedged between my bed and my bedroom wall. 

So I can stand

And face it. Two hands resting on each side.

The cold was the night blanket.

And the bare structure gave me ground.

The lights were placed

To shadow this corner.
Just like the your words
Have shadowed mine.

And the walls so thin. So freakishly plain.

I can hear things.
Spinning. Repeating. All in my head.

Then I leave my corner

And brace myself.

To god knows what
Some self destructrive honorary plan? 

It usually takes a while.

But it happens anyway. 

You say one thing
And then you do another. 

Its like you cant have one.

And we cant have each other. 

You need your life.

As I need all those dark lonely nights

Cupping my own mouth

And closing my wet eyes.

All in the corner.

The corner and I.