Apt. Hardwood floor

Its cold like unmelted ice

When I lean against the glass

Looking past the barrier

The same that holds me back

A clean hardwood floor

Feels new against my feet

A creak of the wood

And This apartment speaks

Your eyes find me, heal me

After the wound of your words

A different type of wound

From words I herd before

Be better I think,

be better than before

But again I feel a creak in this hardwood floor

The lights dance on commands

The sharp alarms whip me from sleep

I hold true words in my pockets

That I often forget to speak,

I keep certain holes un-filled

In the floor of my skull

So these happy thoughts won’t overfill

And spill when I fall

Instead I can hold some

Use them for warmth

Cause my cold feet, still feel this floor

I need to hold something for heat

Cause this heat is not enough

Take a breath

Breathe a breath

The condensation on window

Tells me its colder outside

Take a breath

Lock the door

Sometimes it better to go out into the world

Instead of having it set foot on this hardwood floor