Your Walls Know About Me

your walls know about me. don't they? they know my name, my face, the whispers, spoken softly. they know the grown-out words, that you tattooed into my soul. they observe the wrecked dynamite. the earth shattering, smile bending love, that you exude. that seeps out of your skin onto the bed i sleep in. soaking me in tears i didn't cry myself. so hide me, drown me in your ink filled fingers. glide them thinner, thinner, thinner on those walls. until i'm invisible to all four.