Late nights; I should do useful things

[sadnessofrain]

There's something so sad about stacked spoons
And the grease-marked ages on the windows
Lonely missives directed to 'the occupant' 
A painful apathy in how I can tell
Who's coming up the stairs

Those month-old stains have stayed a year
Appear, loiter, disappear...
It's the gas oven, warmer than some nameless chest
That makes me realise
I thought I found a

Comments

[ruthlessangel]

This makes me want to cry.

I thought I found a home, but it was just another room
I totally get this... :/ *hugs forever*

[sadnessofrain]

Aww, thank you :') *hugs back* (forever)

[bendmyfire]

Your poetry has such a quality to it...I don't know how to explain. Brilliant...I hope you feel better soon. (:

[sadnessofrain]

Thank you :) I'm feeling better already, actually! Writing tends to have that effect on me. You know, expelling emotions and... stuff...

[bluelipgreeneye]

This makes me think of sepia, lonely nights and broken promises.

[sadnessofrain]

My intention; particularly the last two.