the window.

I've had it for 3 years and more
the window by my bed.
He knows all my secrets,
all my joys and dirty thoughts
I've shared with him.

I sit there near
the window by my bed
and tell him stories of regrets
slowly tying my memories in knots
carving words on my skin.

I've been here awhile
close to the window by my bed
catching raindrops in my hands
asking the sky if it's all my fault.
I jumped to avoid the answer.

V.

by Zornitsa Radulova