You keep it safe;
everything I have given you.
Guarding me in the tall tower
I have constructed from
tangled, torturous thoughts
that somehow save me from
simple suffocation.
Each time I breathe,
I add more bricks to the castle.
Blue, broken bones
& undertones
of smoky, shivering secrets
amassed over mere months
that somehow bleed into long years.
The taller I build it,
the higher still you climb,
cause if you fell,
I would just jump with you.
If it comes crashing down,
I will pick pieces of ruins;
painstakingly rebuild,
sight your face from afar
travelling back to me
across black moors
hidden in purplest heather,
not able to stop even if you tried,
I cried,
because the cold castle
blazes with you.
Because I built it in
the midst of an earthquake
to hide my face,
because crows call;
alight on castle walls
but never stay.
Emerging out of the miraculous mist
that drifts
upon undulating hillsides
flanking the sea;
you still find me.
You take a key
because it’s not built just for me.
Inside my head for an hour or two,
the castle still belongs to you