things these walls would know

if these walls could talk,
i wouldn’t need to collect
the loneliness in the hollow
of my pieced together bones.

if these walls could talk,
they’d tell you of the days
i filled my lungs with stars
and breathed out smoke
but still felt so cold.

if these walls could talk,
they’d sing of virtues
and they’d sing of flaws
and cracking glass hearts.

if these walls could talk,
they’d know a poem or two,
words I screamed into the space
between taped together ribs.

if these walls could talk,
i’d just fall apart.